Move On_English Poem

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 Move On


Why is it so ????

It is damn killing me

Y cant I just move on….

Let the things slow down……

 

Things are slow already

Its all that I am not ready

With this moronic taps on keyboard

I am so so damn bored

And believe me..I can’t just hang on

 

I have just ended up here

Thinking of fitting with everything in here

Seems like distant thoughts mere

I have this fear..

Don’t wanna end me here


 - Saranya

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