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NOW OR NEVER
Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea, I stood at the edge of the bridge hoping to end this fight, Choked by the thorns and brambles of early adversity, My thoughts scattered over the world like ant-hills, I’ve been shielding this feeling, It brute terrors like the scurrying of rats in a deserted attic. I long to be loved, accepted, heard and pampered, Memorable moments standing the test of time, Clenched little hands like rumpled roses, dimpled and dear, But I’m companionless, As the last cloud of an expiring storm whose thunder is its knell, Who knows if I’m living to die or dying to live? I am ready to deal with this pain cruelly and squarely, It can only take a bullet in the mind to hold me back, But my effort is creeping like a snail, unwillingly to actuate, Tears and heart breaks gather like foul birds, Run and surge fiercely to and fro my delicate soul, Like the red harbor-buoy. I think it’s time to put a stop to all these, My heart is about to turn cold, I still wonder how to move unto uncertain future, But I hear voices and words; Every phrase is like the flash of a scimitar, And it says fight; win, ready or not, now or never.
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