Lonely days came coming..
But days of regrets came flooding in..
Days wished we're spent wisely..
muttering and grinding of teeth came alive as I displayed them no matter how hard I tried to be comfortable...
Foes like friends appeared to be smiling with intent to kill at heart...
I dare not wish to be born anew or different..
But I wish to breathe each day correcting errors and standing tall just like a phoniz arising from its ashes..
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