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The other day life got to me

As I crumble upon the cold air that surrounded

I could've just breezed through it

but nothing seems easy to me these days

The harder it is I fight to be happy

The harder it is to pretend

I can’t just sleep whenever the cold air surrounds

Because it’s too good to be true

People in their right mind would seize the day

Fighting every single moment for a freaking break

Yes I am a hopeless melancholic 

But every time life cries and screams

It seems to be throwing and busting it all up on me

And at times like these

Even the slightest taste of tantrums  

Is too hard for me to take…

I guess I am done pretending that I am strong

When reality seems to be pointing the other way…