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Waiting and waiting hopelessly,
Drowned in the sea of despair,
With seeds of rage growing,
Reaching the sky.
The rage stalk gets cut down,
As a smile is seen in sight,
Staring into the device with sparkling eyes,
A response at last after ages .
But one has swore not to be careless,
Not to be so overwhelmed with Joy,
Sworn to pay evil with evil.
Sometimes one can’t help it,
Internal screams of help,
But it’s already too late.
The oath with oneself has been broken,
A message was sent,
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As one lies in wait for feedback,
The cycle begins,
Again.
~ Cecilia.
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