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Waiting in vain

So, this piece came about when I was literally tired of waiting and all in vain. Hence, the title. A personal sort of writing that I cannot stop loving despite the fact it left my eyes watery for long. I love the fact how effortless this piece is without compromising with the essence of it. 
Just when I thought I had lost the strength to do all-nighters, 
I was introduced to the concept of time zone. 

Just when I thought I was being taken for granted, 
I let them take me some more.

Just when I thought I was made to look desperate, 
I ceased all effort to interact.

Just when I thought I was losing my importance, 
I tried to maintain my self esteem.

Just when I thought my ego had outgrown me,
I let it grow a little more.

Just when I thought they didn't care any more,
I became careless.

Just when I thought I had been too nice, 
I decided not to be any more. 

Just when I thought I stopped to matter, 
It stopped to matter to me.

Just when I thought I needed a friend, 
None appeared for me.

Just when I thought I needed a shoulder, 
I realised I was a weight.

Just when I thought I needed the arms, 
I realised they weren't meant for me.

Just when I thought I started to see,
The truth blinded me again.

Just when I thought I was getting better,
They got the better of me.

Just when I thought I lost someone,
I realised someone was me.

Just when I thought it was goodbye,
A message popped saying Hi.

Just when I thought it was all in vain,
For the first time I'd been proven right.

Just when I thought I was tired of waiting,
I waited some more. 

Just when I thought it was over 
It really was. 
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  1. The one you must knowMay 12, 2015 at 10:16 AM

    “Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody.----Rocky Balboa

    Said in the reel life of the actor but highly effective in real life of actors like us..

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