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The   Heavy   Backpack

                                               Jivat   Neet   2017A7PS0050P

                                                   It   started   long   ago,
                                                  Its   end   is   not   destiny
                                                    It's   all   about   you,
                                                  You   have   the   remedy.

                                         The   first   vase   you   accidentally   dropped,
                                            The   pieces   pricked   and   tears   shed.
                                             It's   the   pain,   your   mom   thought;
                                      But   the   guilt,   it   still   lies   alongside   you   in   bed.

                                              Your   words   pierced   her   heart,
                                       Which   you   knew   apologies   couldn't   console.
                                              So   you   left   her   waiting   there,
                                            The   regret   still   gnaws   at   your   soul.

                                               You   were   not   the   only   one,
                                                We've   all   had   big   dreams;
                                            Dreams   that   we   couldn't   achieve,
                                            Life   had   lost   meaning,   it   seemed.

                                                   You   had   a   lot   to   say,
                                      But   she   left   before   time,   your   hands   were   tied.
                                                  She   deserved   to   know,
                                             What   the   hard   shell   held   inside.

                                            What   if   you   had   done   otherwise?
                                                 What   if   you   hadn't   lied?
                                             What   if   luck   had   been   your   side?
                                     These   questions,   long   time   ago,   should   have   died.

                                                But   they   still   echo   inside,
                                                  No   one   pacified   them.
                                           The   regrets   travel   in   your   backpack,
                                             Time   and   again   they   overwhelm.

                                                   It   started   long   ago,
                                                  Its   end   is   not   destiny.
                                                 Let   go   of   all   that   weight,
                                                  That   is   your   remedy.














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