I sold my dreams
Little by day
And little by night
Until I was no one but a puppet
A puppet made out of flesh and bones
Held by veins and motivation for peace
Stringing onto one dear life
One day at a time
Till it was plucked
The day I sold my soul
To the highest bidder- work, family and suffering
Hoping to redeem myself from this life
Only to realize
I shall forever be a no one
At the worst phase of my life I was alone
Now I am not scared to be alone at the top
As everything has a price
The price I pay to be myself just for one day,one hour and even for 1 min shall forever be due
As I am puppet stringed to this life like you my dear
©G.V Raghavasree
This is to all the hardworking people that forget to give time for themselves.
Happy Monday Guys😊
Even attached to a string, a puppet can take a few minutes out and dance…
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Yes it can but the strings won’t let her. Thank you so taking time to read
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wow you captured the emotions so well 👏👏❤
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Thank you Vani😊
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So good Raghavasree 💜
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Thank you so much😊
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Love it! So true❤❤
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Thank you so much😊
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Miraculous, di!!!! Just loved it!!!!🥰🤩👍✨
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Glad that you did. Thankyou dear:)
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Anytime 😊
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🙂
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(◕ᴗ◕✿)
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🙂
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Well, how is the day coming along?
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its going great…house arrest. What about you
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Everything alright here too….。◕‿◕。hv a nice day!
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thats good to hear. you too take care. good day to you as well:)
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👍😁
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😊
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So true. Slowly and quietly I’ve been selling my dreams too 😦
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Thank you for taking time to read it and welcome to the club😅
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Beautifully captured emotions….
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Thank you so much😊
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It’s my pleasure ✨
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😊
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I hit that point emotionally of feeling empty trying to live to meet other’s expectations and not being able to please everyone, but when I hit it I was on top of a mountain (Half Dome in Yosemite) during a thunderstorm, completely alone (because of the danger of the thunder hitting the metal railings). It was beautiful, but it’s ironic to me how those certain rare moments of real-life can be strangely poetic. 🏞️
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THankyou so much for taking time to read. I am so sorry. Real life moments can be strangely poetic- You have hit the nail
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