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Grain of salt.
This dreadful reality, is not so dreadful after all,
Although I've been there, now why have I forgotten?
This hurting feeling, is not the pain that is bearable,
It’s this desire to penetrate through the walls,
Walls that we can’t see, but deep within we feel,
And this holy reality, questioning ourselves,
Is it holy after all?
Keeping things simple, does not mean don’t think at all,
Because in this normality, things aren’t simple at all,
Nostalgic feelings when i hear a song,
Left a good life behind,
Thought i could make a better one,
Here i stand, I know I can,
The question is can I? -priyansh
Although I've been there, now why have I forgotten?
This hurting feeling, is not the pain that is bearable,
It’s this desire to penetrate through the walls,
Walls that we can’t see, but deep within we feel,
And this holy reality, questioning ourselves,
Is it holy after all?
Keeping things simple, does not mean don’t think at all,
Because in this normality, things aren’t simple at all,
Nostalgic feelings when i hear a song,
Left a good life behind,
Thought i could make a better one,
Here i stand, I know I can,
The question is can I? -priyansh
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