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I struggle not to mourn whenever I fall down, from the heights of rejection.
I struggle to cope up with whatever my soul teaches me, with all those shattered pieces of hope.
I struggle to overcome the pain caused by the scratches of agony, which tear apart those empty papers where I crammed her.
I struggle against the violent thoughts of getting lost in the ocean, the ocean of infinite suffering.
I struggle to walk on the road leading to the woods, wherein the darkness inside equals the darkness outside.
I struggle to cease the full moon night, the coldest night where I get to see the complete reflection of her.
I struggle to keep all my invincible promises, the purest sentences my heart has ever uttered.
I struggle in struggling to keep myself as happy as im pretending to be, for the struggle of pretending would very soon fade.
And with all the struggling, I will eventually be able to strike a loud chord which in unison with my heartbeat would break the thickest barricades of rejection and rhyme with her heart.
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Published on January 28, 2017
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