Suffer

You know, everyone has problems, no matter whoever they are and though we suffer the same things we have different causes and different reactions and different feelings but in the end we should know it'll be alright, no matter how many times we tell ourselves that thing still lingers in our minds. Here's something I wrote about lives of us.

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Sometimes the air is dressed in deserted heat, The music could trapped the spaces and let go of‘somethings’ this world could drive me crazy, These guys and girls with wounded hearts, Coping with hopeless, faithless, eithers, neithers ors and maybes I can't pause for a second, or maybe the second already slipped away, People could kill my musings, they can steal my words, The lover could not know love at all & the fishes could drown with thirst. Maybe one day I wouldn't know you at all, Maybe one day, I could be your instinct from your worst thoughts. I have problems and I don't love them, And it's okay if you don't receive any ‘good nights’

before going to bed, Sometimes you can't sleep, Maybe your wife is snoring louder, Or maybe the floor is fucking colder, Or you're planning not to get older, I own a thousand “I coulds” Some goodbyes and jealousy One day it'll be gone, You'll be home, you'll be fine, You'd crave to go back again but you won't Everything will be alright.

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