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IT’S OVER

Sep 28, 2022
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By Akshaya Varadharajan



I'm sorry, but I want us to stop it here Cause it's only me suffocating in the fire

The world we were in together Was all fake and was meant to shatter

This may sound rude and cruel But what to do? We aren't in a novel



I will never hate you As you gave my world a different hue

Maybe the color was blue That I began to drown leaving no clue

You're so high like the star in the sky While I'm just a fish trying to fly

I don't regret my decision Rather I'm happy to be out of my confusion

For I began this meaningless game Only to end it calling it lame

I wonder why did I even believe in this impossible Blame the line Impossible says I'm Possible...



By Akshaya Varadharajan




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