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At The End of The Day

At the end of the day, it’s me again;

My worries and dreams of the day, 

I sit again with many wonders of tomorrow 

With many unfinished thoughts of yesterday. 

I see my world with my help this time, 

I want to drive to my old house alone, this time, 

I’d see what I lacked battles ago

I’ll surely be kinder to myself this time. 

Because time passes by itself, 

It either makes or breaks a person 

It broke me a lot. I’m bound by promises,

I’m many broken pieces of a mosaic. 

Yet I stand up like before, 

Unwilling, but fish doesn’t walk ashore, 

I’m in war with destructive ocean waves, 

It’s a never-ending business.

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Setaish Haidari

Everyday passes by with the memories we have deep in our hearts. Some like to share it and some do not and that is okay as we are all special with special experiences. For me, writing helps me express myself the way I want to be known, to fly with no borders that limit my creativity, I want here to be a safe place for all where we can all accept who we are and how we are. I hope any of my memories catch your attention to my everyday life and my perspective on it as all of our experiences are unique whether bad or good, it’s how we feel and how God plans everything for us with our effort.

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