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Underneath The Staircase

Underneath The Staircase

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Each day I think of a new beginning,

Stories unfolding before my eyes,


As soon as the sun shines,

I think of the dreams that my heart is beholding.


There is a certain happiness,

That I could not see,


But somewhere inside me,

I long to be.


The journey is in mid way,

Why should I give up now?


I worked so hard to stay alive until now,

Underneath the Staircase,


I sit and think,

If this tragic ends,


What will I be without it?

My identity now lies in it..


But I no longer know anything,

I even doubt my own existence.


I'll die once I see the end,

If it exists.


Till then...

I will find my happiness in you.


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