A poem a day

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Amidst the trail of my thoughts 

I came to a halt 

Something eccentric

But somehow familiar

I felt a gap in me 

That drew me close 

Closer To reality 

You ever did your best ? 

But never succeeded ?

You ever felt you deserved something ?

But it just slipped 

Outer your firm grip ?

Did you hold your chin in pain ? 

Or you shed tears

... 

That still didn't make a difference 

Or mayhap it did 

Because life 

Is just a mystery

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