• raakhaa_ 10w

    I wish I could write an elegy for myself��

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    I tried hard to save me,
    I drowned myself with each try. Sometimes I feel
    nothing , and sometimes
    I am burdened with my emotions.
    Give me my end in my hands
    and I shall go quietly

    The noise of the journey
    threatens me now. The end is
    far more peaceful , I guess!

    Maybe I am wrong ,
    maybe I am not
    But my conscience approves me
    to implore this , to beg this -

    The end calls me to the end
    I shall reach it; I must reach it...