A Pinch of All.
There's not much to talk Except a pinch of all The pieces that fall Along the journey's hall I never realized it Until it started to throw a hit Taking pain killers like coffee Screamings and begging to be free Trying my heart out only to not be enough Yet I'm indebted HE could see me from above The unseen but unbare burden of words Thought they would help Yet they only hurt Amidst it all I patted myself He's the only one who will and always helped For all the luggage that needed to be dropped Infact might be those that could bring you to the top As humping roads led to bearthtaking destination Set a mind to Hope and not to Hallucinations.
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