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Mistaken Identity

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Mistaken Identity

I never dreamed of something big nor special things to expect ,

As I grow old and see my hair showing some hint of silver streaks,

I kept on walking and never seemed to rest enough to bear.


Finding the strength to keep track the life that I am in,

So much dramas unfolding as if in constant battling with air,

Grasping for some air to breathe.


Expectations and dreamed of things that is outside my parameter

'Cause all of those are of someone else threaded into mine with yours,

Suffocating at most and mostly out of words.

© 2018 Miss Warp

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