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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “She began her journey in the search of truth, Stumbled upon a thought that changed her in entirety, Drunk at 4AM, driving at 125Km/h she saw a light flickering near, Speed thrilled but never in her life had she felt such fear.” Some place in past, near or far, don’t know for exact, Someone penned down a conjecture, It subsided all of the truth and the lies, A belief was molded, With many distant sighs. She was taught from the beginning, A rhythmic lie was sown, “With each collapsing star in this universe, A new universe is created, the exact opposite of our own.” For her, the longing for beloved quenched her heart, For he had died a long time ago, And now she is back at the start. For every dead, there’s a living, For every truth a lie, For every pain there’s a reason, For every question, a sigh. Driving at 125Km/h she witnessed the light, The light, many died to see, The light, many killed to be. One go into and all different then, Echoes around, Counting to ten, “Stop here, you are missing him” Her one true love waving as she goes, In the stream of light, To a distant world, When stopped, found him again, But in an altered story, an altered name. Still hoping for him to love her same, Start afresh, Oh! The cosmos and their stupid games. (A universe exact opposite of our own) Constantly bugging her brain, Numb, she couldn’t feel or see, Hoping to exist in his realm, In the afterlife, Proceeded to kill self. Knife in one hand, emptiness in the other, In the blender of non-existence Exhaled, “maybe somewhere, In the multiverse, there’s a version of me, And you, a fleet of hope, That we are meant to be.”
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