A poem for my Sugar

A poem for my sugar, A sequence of mysteries to unfold. A bunch of memories to behold A series of stories to be told. Please don’t get driven blindfold You have to wake up Not for the luxuries to explore For hunting your existence to the core Until now, you have been so heroic Trust me, they said you were so terrific Why lose hopes and detest yourself? Just pondering at the past and hurt yourself? With all the trust, I say, you have all the guts. Don’t you wanna…

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