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Writing Down My Midnight Thoughts

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On My Own

Couldn't find words in the noise to make an excuse

So I'm creating on my own to breathe now

But God forgot to give me creativity

Or maybe the whole me.

Dare not to argue, you will lose faith

My story was mine to tell!

Human started writing my story.

Was He tired? Was He watching?

If not, how did I drowned in this desert?

Luck loved me when it comes to play

Good was just the siren of bad-storm.

I suppose I am on my own now.

But I have always been weak,

My cry for love was overpowered by the outcry.

© 2021 Hasrat Humayun

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