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I drank my own misery
Thinking it will be pleasure
Pleasure turn into punishment
Punishment grew something in me

I was thrown into dungeon
Where lights of truth pure on me
Turning me into a bird without wings
Flying  with courage within him

Unaware of the sea around me
I float my boat with hope that,
One day I will reach the beach
With a lot of sunshine,sand and breeze

Every night I count the stars
Thinking about the moon surrounded by them
Alone but it shines the most
Giving a satisfaction of being different




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