Hope is a false deceiving mirage amidst the endless desert of life.%D%AThe dark side of life keeps crawling surely on the bright one.%D%ALonesome creature...armless....powerless....hopeless.....%D%AHis torn clothes are a vivid symbol of his torn-apart personality.%D%AHis Self is equally divided into two.....%D%AOceans apart....yet identical....%Dulture paves the way. Expectations hold the compass.%Directions lost.....hearts broken.....destinations unknown....%D%AThe map is among the drowned remains of the Titanic.%D%AThe young heart has lost all signs of beating...being....%Dully occupied with NOTHING....%Dven the feeling of life is perished..%D%AThe desire to BE is out of league.%D%AReality lost its true meaning....%D%ASuddenly and out of the blues, a scope of light flashes.%D%AThe roaring of a plane breaks the stillness of despair.%D%AThe lonely warrior looks up..%D%AThe air of hope starts rushing into his tired chest.%D%AHe starts to wave to the moving object...jumps up in the air...%D%AShouts out loud.....begging them to rescue him....%D%ATime passes by...no answer...He was left unnoticed....%Dondemned to his own fate.%D%AHope is a false deceiving mirage amidst the endless desert of life.%D%A
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