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It’s a list of what you think

That you want or you need;

Thing that fades within a blink

It’s the same yet you can’t read.

It’s the thing you want to find

Side of you, you want to explore;

May work in your heart or mind,

But it seems to bother you even more.

‘Till then you’d been too blind to see

Deep within you were hard as stone;

You thought searching’s being free

But it just left you haunted alone.

It was the reason of distance now

Time that passed made you forget;

And you’d go back to the question “how?”

Though answering it just made you regret.