No Hopes

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Tears flowing

Hopes drowning

Insides shouting.

Why me?

Clueless of which road I should walk in.

Thinking of abandoning and giving up every thing.

Lost is what I am right now.

Will I make it?

No answer will sooth my soul, anyhow.

©Kritika

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Impressive about me is my eagerness to try everything. Self Motivation is a fixed gear of my creativity vehicle provoking me to dance to the tune of optimism. Yoga and books are the two transducers of this victim which have helped to be straightforward and open minded. Improvement is the second gear which is under construction and will always be undergoing changes simultaneously achieving different goals. There are other supporting gears with less of speed more of energy. This is KRITIKA 🙂

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