A growing me...

I have stopped keeping a count of my age..
The no. Of lines and wrinkles on my face..
All i see in the mirror is me...a fear that trembles my heart..a whisper of my tears that only i can hear.
I managed to block the thoughts i had..
The dreams that were once live are now buried smwhere in my heart.
Every morning sun rays sneek into my room.
Cuddling me to get up and begin a new day...
Every morning i carry the burden of fear whom i was hugging till i felt asleep
I have stopped counting on the people i loved.
I. Have stopped taking a count of the times i cried.
All i keep a count of is ...who came nd left teachng me a lesson of life tym
I just keep a count of the lessons m taught..
Not the greys of my hair, not the intensity of my fear
I have stopped keeping a count of my age...
The no. Of lines and wrinkles on my face...

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[Trailblazer]

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