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One fine day,

I woke up from sleep.
I was not able to walk,
Just i have to creep.

Life gave soo much,
A handful of good and a handful of bad.
Good things turned into bad,
And bad things turned me mad.

Then suddenly came an Angel,
To heal my soul with his angel feathers.
His smile was mesmerising,
And I was lost into that spell.

One day this life,
Took away his angelic light.
I was again standing,
In dense dark…far away from bright.

Suddenly i am lost in a world,
Which is void and partially unaware.
That i am soo much tired,
And.. I want to sleep forever.

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