Engaged in a self involved conflict,
I stare at the empty eyes of people who are known as friends, never to gain never to reign...
Impulsed by the fruitful desire of love, thoughts proved sufficient enough to disapprove...
Blinded by wounds of the heart, Scorched by the meaninglessness of life, Bound by the power of hope I stand, sinful and sorrowful, amongst whispers and curses I breathe,
Knowing the fact never lose hope; Life seems to fade away, only to reappear as an illusion, nothing is worth living for, but there are something's worth dying for...
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