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Շhere once was a person who loved to write,
A mere teenager who believed to fight,
The fear of darkness and height,
For her, Dark sky was blurred yet the moon was so bright.
The world kept moving without any pause,
Not giving time to fix her broken jaws,
She didn't identify the noise was either of taunts or applause,
Nevertheless, She wants to face the world like a lioness with sharp claws.
She was not fast at things to learn,
One step wrong and all the way, she had to return,
The future was the thing which always made her concern,
She was playing with fire, how then, she wouldn't burn?
Seeing the universe getting progressed,
She didn't know how to make through the tough test,
Her Heart was beating so patiently inside her chest,
Leaving her impatient to choose the east or the west.
She Wanted to find peace in her uneasiness,
She wanted to impress, confess, express, progress,
But the WANTING doesn't make it happen unless,
If it was a strong desire to tear yourself apart to reach the success.
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ME AND THE MOON| ✔︎
الشعر☾︎Fᴏʀ, I take proud in the fact that the only ones awake in the catastrophic night revealing their disguise through ink of the ever witnessing pen, us _ME AND THE MOON_☽︎ Fᴏʀ, Us are still in debt of the sun who burden us with light❥︎ ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ...
