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Is everything alright?

Or am I getting closer to a dark night?

I can't find pleasure in life anymore,

It has all become a hard dry wood to bore.

At some point in time, I'm making a moment come into life,

And at some time making a moment dive.

I'm fed up of this world,

It feels like somebody just stole my life's emerald.

I can't figure out what to do,

To light up every moment in the blurry hue.

What do I do,

To find happiness in darkness too.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

What I know is that a wind will blow,

And I hope it takes all my pain with its flow.

Written by Diya Jain

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