Tell me why all things that start,
cease to exist as they were,
whether good or bad were the purposes,
meaningful or meaningless they were,
Tell me there is a reason,
for why I see the end?
not far away,not close,
ghosting itself in.
Tell me that I am wrong,
that the end would not be bright,
like dark shadows that hover around,
and scare me with their sight.
Tell me it’s all a dream,
and it would break someday,
and I would be happy for what I want,
someday but not today.
Writings to Heaven 
Your writing style and choice of words is beautiful. I was mesmerised by some of the pieces. Looking forward to reading more of your work. Keep it up! 🙂
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Thanks a lot..it means much to me.. 🙂
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ur writings are very good…y not try to publish dem sumwre…it wud bring u a lot more…good vibes around..keep up d wrk..:)
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