Sometimes we feel so
dejected and underated,
what life brings could be
so devastating,
we never wanted some
things,
but they happen in such
a way that we seems
not to have control over
them,
what life bring tends to
overwhelm us,
most a times we smile
at them,
many a times we cry
over them,
we hope to see them
over as soon as
possible,
so that we could stop
thinking and dreaming
about them,
but the truth is,
no matter how long a
journey takes,
we will get to our
destination,
so it is not over yet.
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