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Will it be worth it? Is it worth it? I ask myself Losing me to achieve something Something temporal Something material Do I want it? My ambition is screaming inside But, should I leave my spirit behind My family My friends And everything I hold dear For some far possibility That it might happen That I may succeed That it may be all worth it Power Is a dangerous word It can crumble you from inside Leaving you still yearning for it Still not satiated Will that moment come When it will all be worth it? My sacrifice I will miss myself The girl I once was The girl I am leaving behind What will become of me I am afraid Survival It can be my alibi For everything I did How will I live with myself How will I sleep Knowing What I did What's the point of fighting When nothing is left in you to fight for. They say be selfish They say to not share your academic To not share knowledge To not share your weakness Not even to friends For you are not smart enough To discern the true ones I am afraid I will loose what we have Even before it begins #review#poetry#AG

<<<UNTITLED>>> Submerging my soul in cavernous despondency, I was biding my time to abscond from its clenches. Handling in hand a handful of handy agates, Wanted to stoop my palmar flexion creases; Since the deluge of dejections has left my pneuma withered, Chronometeringly I used to watch the Venus at dusk. Discerning the uncanny transformation of botolinum into lugduname; For I cognized that everything which betides has a purpose, Just like the metaphor exercised here to delineate my metamorphosis. Cutting to the chase lonely beside the seashore holding few agates sedentary, Thought of tossing them into the Moana. Although pleased with the bout ripples somehow, I'm waiting for the bombora to wallop again! Unknown whether time has mended my spirit, Or the clock teached me how to reside in afflictions! #review#ag#poetry

Title- A Melody of Ice and Fire There is a girl around the corner Oh! Alas did you notice her I see fire in her eyes Oh no ordinary fire Fire that burned her Inside out turned her She survived For her fire inside was brighter than that around her I see blue in her eyes Her skin is icy cold So cold , it burns So empty , it suffocates For her pain was a crown And she wore it like a queen This is her melody of Her ice and fire Exquisite as she seems #AG#review#poetry