Construction
Whatever we construct in mind
Will turn in the real world
With some distortion of ideas
The feeling we preassume
Either love or hatred
Makes reality the same
Sometimes
The feeling reach to such a height
That we lives with our sixth sense
Incidence of haunted world
N repeated retrospection over it
Led to in reality without actual happening
Is just a construction
So the idea we pour in mind
Led a consequence similarly.
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