On days like these
I can find peace
Even when it feels
As if I am being eaten alive,
But on days unlike these,
Something as trivial
As the sound
Of my own heart
Beating a little faster
Is enough to drive me
Over the edge.
©Aaysid
On days like these
I can find peace
Even when it feels
As if I am being eaten alive,
But on days unlike these,
Something as trivial
As the sound
Of my own heart
Beating a little faster
Is enough to drive me
Over the edge.
©Aaysid
Very nice poem.
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome
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❤️
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❤😊
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It’s so true
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This is a wonderful poem.Thanks ❤
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Thank you so much. 😊❤
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Some days are like that. Beautifully written, Aaysid ❤️
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That’s true, and we cannot do anything about those days either. Thank you so much, Shweta. 😊❤
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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Ah, yes, indeed, know this feeling well. Beautiful poem, Aaysid. ❤️🤗
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Thank you for your kind words. 😊
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You’re most welcome, my friend. 🤗
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Amazing piece..!
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Thank you so much. 😊
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You’re very welcome..!
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Nice one Aaysid! Loved reading it!
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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