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Me, myself, mine.
Do these words even matter?
Me, my life, my ambitions,
To others is a jest.
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Each day is a struggle,
The dark of the night, a place to hide.
In the end is the beginning they say,
To get there is no child’s play
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The sky is blood dimmed.
The war cries deafening.
As the clouds break into a violent thunder,
the white dove tries hard to stay in flight.
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They burnt the houses
They killed the innocent
Thousands were left hungry
Many had lost the will to live
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The Ways Of The World

Me, myself, mine.
Do these words even matter?
Me, my life, my ambitions,
To others is a jest.
And how they step on my dreams!
Trample the fabric of love,
Selfish they leave it in tatters.
No matter what I do, would I ever please them enough? !
No more do I want to try,
To make them see the sun rise from my side.
I give up, now I’ll become one with them.
Just as they expect me to exist.
In that, maybe one day,
I would find the lost happiness…

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