Your heart may be ripped,
The hand you held thus far may had slipped,
The nights could seem more darker than before,
The days might appear like some pigeon hole.
Don’t succumb to what happened in the past,
For few things are not meant to last,
Pick yourself from the shackles of the shattered dream,
Mend that broken heart,
cultivated new hopes,
A beautiful today is waiting for you with renewed steam.
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