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The Door About To Shut…

Once again I got badly hurt,
Living in pain and residing in hell.
The truth masked with lies,
A nightmare I live every day and night.
The meaning of all this I know,
But don’t know why I pretend not to comprehend.
I am still strong and can wait,
But do not know for what I want to wait.
Never fought a battle before,
But now whether I lose or win, I will still be a loser.
I shut the door so many times,
But again I get a knock by those hazel eyes.
One day will be not be able to open the door,
In my hands will be a note when I will pass on the floor.
“Too late, live your life to the fullest.”



© 2012 Pimmi Nag