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with words just forming,
just reaching a point where they take shape of beautiful verses,
just when they are about to touch truth,
just when they seem to become sane,
just when they seem to unlock the way to healing,
just when they seem to make a bubble of hope inside my heart,
just when they seem to take wings and fly in freedom, with sanity but no vanity,
just when the words seem to form my world,

the door closes shut, on my face. nay have choosing it thus, yet it happened and it will. for, the absence of realization is still a hindrance to self proclaimed freedom from troubles and pains, at least for time being.