Cheers to Life
Even some years ago I was processing thoughts
like, real is the Santa Claus.
But naive days have gone so quickly
and I faced reality like falling from the peak suddenly.
Now things like birthdays, New Year don't excite me anymore,
January 2023 wasn't started properly, and it's again December.
Trauma, fake people, betrayal, and panic attacks were my near
and that's how I am closing this year.
I know only the calendar will be changed, maybe fate will remain the same,
but I shall be rising from the dust again like a phoenix, I'm taking this resolution again.
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