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Dreams, which are the only thing that lasts with you on your day end on your bed...
And everyone disappears
Is it worth living with dreams?
Why do we meet, why do we part?
If it has to end why does it start?
Sudden strangeness catches me up when I lie alone with my dreams every night.
Some who were close to you, treat you strangely, with no arguments just sudden silence, is it worth it to have a quid pro quo?
Why complain, when no one cares, surviving for one's selfishness what's the aim of life?
Why aim, when you are mortal, is laughter happiness or tranquility?
Finding one's aim in life, running in sudden competitiveness like hell to discover one's heaven. Is it worth it?
What's right what's wrong, in a world full of thorns?
Is success, happiness, or contentment?
Living for dreams like a mirage, a mere illusion that will just remain unfulfilled, once achieved one chasing the other.
What's the end? No one knows every day starts with infinite hopes, wishes, and expectations.
And it all ends with tranquility.
Competition, the struggle ends in vain, last forever is unending pains...Dreams, which are the only thing that lasts with you on your day end on your bed...

And everyone disappears
Is it worth living with dreams?

Why do we meet, why do we part?
If it has to end why does it start?
Sudden strangeness catches me up when I lie alone with my dreams every night.
Some who were close to you, treat you strangely, with no arguments just sudden silence, is it worth it to have a quid pro quo?
Why complain, when no one cares, surviving for one's selfishness what's the aim of life?
Why aim, when you are mortal, is laughter happiness or tranquility?
Finding one's aim in life, running in sudden competitiveness like hell to discover one's heaven. Is it worth it?
What's right what's wrong, in a world full of thorns?
Is success, happiness, or contentment?
Living for dreams like a mirage, a mere illusion that will just remain unfulfilled, once achieved one chasing the other.
What's the end? No one knows every day starts with infinite hopes, wishes, and expectations.
And it all ends with tranquility.
Competition, the struggle ends in vain, last forever is unending pains...

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