To shed that skin of old and walk towards a new dawn, has proven most difficult.
To claw myself back from where my mistakes have left me, has put me in a state of terror.
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Are there shackles tied to his bedpost, because he isn't getting up.
And when he does, a half-hearted walk out of the bedroom followed by a yawn drenched in fading sleepiness.
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The dreams that used to soar through the skies, no longer does so, may be of a broken wing.
Grounded are my dreams, swaying in the softest of winds, drenched in the tiniest of drizzles, sabotaged by the smallest of adversaries.
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True self covered with a veil,
such artificial behaviour on display,
brimming with arrogance and his eyebrows
frowned even if they have no reason to be so.
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Down went I through my memory lane and came face to face with my old times.
Some gushed into my mind like an evening breeze and left me with a most pleasant smile.
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