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[pragyasubba]

change

the darkness kept creeping in, i was powerless to do anything, my mind was in a million other things, confused and clueless about it all;

i am climbing walls (of obstruction), i am climbing over mountains (of hurdles), yet the more i climb and cross over, the more that seems to be in the way, everyday

[pragyasubba]

better days are coming

As one door closes and another one opens, it’s time to clean out the ghosts of the past, to welcome a new beginning and a new me, in a new future filled with new possibilities;

As the night falls, the trees sway to the wind, signalling the winds of change, and the hope of better days to come;