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Setting free???

How much i loved, i realized when it was over
Its not so difficult to live but gets difficult the moment i get sober

Its easy and you get over it but you see you have killed a part of you
its easy just that, at a time many things haunt and solaces are few.

It gets difficult when you change your clothes and smell him instead of you....
and realize how you belonged less to yourself anymore,
and try and look at yourself and feel
this image is an abandoned thing

It gets difficult when someone gets stuck to your surroundings,
like that adamant zipper,
which would just not budge and tear it all if you push...

Its when you don't want to smile on good times you have had
You swoon for the ones you imagined in coming days
and the life beyond which now looks ordinary

Its pretty strange how people behave towards lost love
but my take is rather maddening on this
if its meant to be over, it was after all meant to begin as well
rest of the meaning you have to decipher

Its a wafer thin line on each side
but try as much as you may
difficult decisions will not get easier by letting go
it just leads to a lonely day

And never seek to replace because you may actually find one
but know that the broken heart can only be mended by the one who broke it
People come and go and leave a void
its fine life moves on but you lose the best fit

Its funny what seems so big today,
after days is a petty cause which wasn't worth the fuss
but what that petty thing does
ends up being a lifelong puss

It helps not what i say
coz heartbroken does what they want to do
no matter what you do for love
is truly meant to...

Give up or give in are both forks in sight
but before you hop on, just decide
and decide for deep and decide for sure
every decision is right if your intention is pure.

This trade off is a harsh things bestowed on us
I say i dont want choices at all
Just give it to me fair and square and
say that's once for all...

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