By Archwealth gates 14 months ago

On my my study table is a manuscripts of  year's gone by.Not even a year's has passed without moving round,finding ways to my problems,looking for solutions like a wind turbine. 

To me it's reality,but to others it's an illusion.

Don't say I never tried! Because I did.

Every night tears roll down my cheeks like a river of high turbulence.

When I look back at my self! All I could see is a worn out man from an age long battle which never ends.

All I ever want is a measure of happiness,not a ware house of them.

My life seems like an hurdle, ringing it to my hearing that not all who come to you like your can cuddle.

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