A life rough and hard, one devoid of love and care
Undeserving, if not for the cruel play of fate
I am done with everything, ready with a clean slate
But the fate – that cruel fate – it’s never happy
Unerasing the slate, ripping open healing wounds,
Giving hope where none existed – none whatsoever
And again making me think if I am chasing after mirages
Mirages, when I am to search for a clear path forward,
A solace from all the pain and suffering – my needy refuge
The solace which I need, the solace which I never have
Give me for a day, for I want to be happy for that little span
I want to be carefree, I want to enjoy the simple things of life

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