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 In search of something perfect.

I devote my life to.

Something which is not bounded by constraints of time and space.

She is whom I elect.

To provide me with misery and disgrace 

Pain and transformations are the things I embrace.

Something which makes me selfless.

I am tired of being helpless.

In quest of this mirage like desires.

Which I once embraced.

I feel ashamed.

Of all the choices that I made.

But I'm glad for doing such mistakes.

For providing me with directions in such mist and haze.

I could see myself being spitted out by the monster of chaos and futile chase 

But I could see her stand by.

Her gaze made me amazed.

This time I couldn't fail.

She picked me up from my rotten,spitted out state 

Guided me with the path that I never dared to take.

Sculpted me to unravel my inherent grace. 

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