You live a life of hope that everything will turn out to be alright while I hold this mixed life with laughter and tears.
Your dreams stand apart like strangers who wait to be introduced while I plod on weary with the little that I have.
Your dreams stand apart like strangers who wait to be introduced while I plod on weary with the little that I have.
But some days when I really make an attempt to listen, I realise that
you and I are not that different at all, only two names for the same
endless quest for fulfilment.
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