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Every night I live a life;
which
was never meant to be mine,
Each night, an archive.
& Each morning, a nightmare.
To walk to heavens
wise door, I rise again.
Beseech to be in reach, I rise again.
Each night, a forbidden dream.
Each morning,
a molested fairytale.
In search of a blessing, I rise again.
Hoping; a miracle might happen, I rise again.
Each
night, a sacred illusion.
Each morning, a tragic awakening.
Every night I live a life;
which was never meant
to be mine,
Each night, jubilant!
Each morning, forlorn!
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