A prayer of sorts


Many times we sacrifice hopes and dreams thinking that by doing so we will achieve bigger dreams.
We don't understand how many we lose in the road until we look back.
We mourn them with bitter tears but understand that its impossible to go back.
From that moment onwards we live with great sorrow on our souls.
We start feeling bitterness and despair.
Oh God!
Hear me please, I pray to you.
Brocken dreams,lost hope and memories that can't be erased.
I understand that sometimes stars die.
I know that I'm not perfect.
I see my flaws.

Please tell me.
What was the need of hurting me this way.
I really did love you.
I really did love you.


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