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Follow me in my imagination

 
In the silence of a withering heart,
In the prison of the golden bars,
I'd close my eyes and imagine happiness.
I'd close my eyes and imagine a smile.
Follow me in my imagination.
For, in reality, some battles never end in life.

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  1. JaspreetFebruary 22, 2018 at 9:24 PM

    So true, sometimes one feels like sleeping because dreams/imagination is better than reality. Loved reading this!

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