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Hope, belief, faith, optimism or the crappy gut feel

Do they really exist

May be they are my weapon to evade reality

I remember, even in the darkest hour

You kept on holding my hand

And our boat stayed afloat

True to my nature, I couldn’t hold on

I ran away with a silent explosion

My bubble got burst

And you entered an unknown terrain

A prayer cannot control the damage

My actions always gifted you mayhem

Stronger of the two, u continue to find ways

And here I am, in this self crafted darkness

Believing to hold you once again.