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 Within the confines of our boundation we lie.

Our cries disguise themselves as smiles.

We  always try to cross the boundary.

To satiate our curiosity.

We cry, whine , weep and try.

Never ever taking a sigh of relief.

We always believe.

That we missed on something.

We can't recognise it distinctly.

Amongst the clutter of our desires.

Always filling our whole by setting up falsely curated goals.

We selected our pains and sacrifices.

And embarked on a hero's journey.

Grinding , frustrating and eventually becoming villian.

We try to snatch other's fruits.

To have a taste of thier  heavenly flavours.

Soon they turn into sour fruits.

Rotting the whole garden.

There's no one to blame and no one's to pardon.

In the eternal  cycle of destruction and regeneration.

After reaching the pinnacle of success we fail.

Like a dog chasing his own tail.












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