i doesn't quite fit the current scenario... or maybe it does :P
nvm!
Everything seems futile, there is no hope
Maybe I am waiting for my kind of dope...
Leg thumping in a pub, and friends to kill me?
I breathe, I see... Until it's time for me...
Wrong place? Wrong train? never figured...
Another day starts, again eyes open, another inhalation triggered...
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For when days are dark, think about the light at the end of tunnel...things change, friends change but one's belief system in light after dark, calm after storm, day after night should never shake...
whoa! thats a poem in itself!
:)
Thats pretty good man... I just wonder, if u would have written it on the paper, I am sure, nobody would have got a word out of it... except u.. that too I am not sure after long time... anyways keep going..
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