Sheer anguish of unaccomplished agendas of mere superficial life.
Expanse of the universe seemed smaller while euphuism lasted long enough a blink.
Shut eyes dares to dream and speak to unspoken about the unspeakable.
Reality strikes harder than the lighting, with muted thunder shuddering insides out of you.
Is it the fear of failure which fails you before you try to gather strewn courage.
Spite of truth which could still be false wisps at my very first attempt.
Intentions being sane, approach being meek, dread the thought treading the deep blue sea called "my absolute life"
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