Who am I, in the end?
To some, a clown of laughter,
To others, a restless fighter.
For a few, a quiet soul,
For others, a voice too bold.
For someone, an enemy’s name,
For someone else, a childhood flame.
I wear a different face for all,
But when I face myself…
Who am I?

I kept weaving my identity
From the threads of their words,
Kept searching for my reflection
In the mirrors of their eyes.
Yet the truest question,
I never dared to ask:

If not weighed down by riches,
Who would I be?
If not lost in the haze of fame,
Who would I be?
If not bound by the fear of judgment,
Who would I be?
If I were only me,
Who would I be?

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Before You Speak Of My Days,
My Scars Or My Silence...

Walk Through My Journey,
Follow The Roads I’ve Crossed,
Carry My Burdens, My Questions,
My Hopes, My Wounds And My Fleeting Smiles...

Feel The Nights That Swallowed My Voice,
The Mornings I Rose With Broken Hands,
The Dreams I Kept Alive In Darkness.

Remember,
Every Soul Holds A Thousand Stories,
Some Written In Tears, Some Etched In Light,
Some That Will Never Be Told Aloud.

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They say,
life is made of todays—
some tender,
some storm-torn.
But if,
at the close of each one,
my heart,
still whispers your name,
then even the hardest day,
was worth living.

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I am the ghost,
of a story unfinished,
a lesson,
no one asked to learn.
I could have been,
an example,
yet I remain a warning—
that love,
can turn a soul,
into its own graveyard.

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The world will never..
know the fire.,
I burned in,
because I,
became my own ash...

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Here it is.
Not just my heart,
but all that has lived within it—
the joy,
the sorrow,
the unspoken weight
I never found words for.
I place it before you,
because even my wounds,
know your name.

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Tell me,
what is this torment?
A love that lives,
without promise,
a fire,
that survives without flame!
or just a silence,
too heavy for words to carry?

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Why can’t you be mine?
Why must destiny draw this cruel boundary
between my longing and your presence?
I know… I know you’ll never belong to me,
and yet my heart refuses to listen.

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for as long
as I pretend to be whole
and walk among the living,
it is you
that breaks me
in every quiet moment,
reminding me
how empty forever feels.

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I regret,
that you will never know
how fiercely I loved you,
how endlessly I longed for you.

You will never see
how your presence
kept me from drowning,
how your name
was the only anchor
in my storms.

You will never feel
how your face became
the last light I clung to
when life bent me low,
when honour itself
was forced to its knees.

I regret,
that the truth of my heart
will forever remain unseen—
that you were not just someone,
but the very reason
I kept breathing in silence.

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