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So many times
I told myself
Not to grow expectation
Beyond a line
Beyond a line
It’s an eggshell, brittle, fragile
Turns perilous,
Nurturing us within
Soft and delicate
For a day
To break and drop us hard
To leave us shattered, broken
Crushed into pieces.
Yet hypnotized
We walk in clouds
Mesmerized by the rainbow
Of promises
How many times do I fall?
How many times this earth
Would lap me back with care
Raise me from the despair
Of darkness
That I push myself into! |
