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Im tired

Harshad Bhuwad

I'm tired of finding myself. It feels like counting stars which never ends. It feels like reading an infinite book and believing that this time the chapter will end. I keep turning the pages in hopes of an empty shore with the sound of folks coming from the remarkably end.

I'm tired. Tired of pondering every night that I won't make those missteps just to arise in the morning and recite those regrets. Regrets that make me feel humiliated like I had done nothing just like a gardener who wants the flowers to bloom but only waits for the clouds to water them.

In the stillness of the night, my heart took a toll,And it felt like someone just tore apart my soul. The soul who taught me how to love is now gone, Leaving me to navigate this world alone, withdrawn.

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