It is me against myself
In a never ending battle called ‘life'
It is hard to fight
Knowing full well
I will never win it and
I end up either losing it
Or getting lost in it
So,
Broken I remain,
Living in pain,
I keep reaching towards
The never ending wait...
A wait for a light,
With a hope
To heal my broken heart
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