I wanted to leave,
I thought of going,
I dreamt of giving up,
I actually beged for death.
I was circulating in same though,
In a closed box,
No way out,
Just I was about to give up;
I remembered,
I have things to do,
There are loans to pay,
People to meet.
I realized,
My time has not come yet,
Giving up is not the solution,
Facing is.
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