How does it feel when life doesn't feel like yours
When your dreams are tied back
By the will of handling the mortal fate
When your will is doubted
By the pain of endless bleeding source
When the pain is worse
If you obey your own will of saving the uncertainty
Letting your dreams perished in reality
And for nothing if fate cheats you.
How does it feel when life can be even in pitcher black at any moment?
When nothing is guaranteed in return?
Suddenly life doesn't feel like yours.
Because your life isn't in your hand.
And i have no other path than to live according to the unknown plan.
claim : i dont like copy brats and that's why i dont post all of my poems here as i really hate people claiming my works are theirs aka PLAGIARIZING. no matter how mind numbing my writing could be, i guess it is my right to overemphasize about this. Again, HAK CIPTA TERPELIHARA, thank you.
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