Affirmation

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The world is yet indifferent to me,
My mind floating at some other dimension,
I yearn, I yearn,
Accomplishing how is yet is an endeavour,
Achieving big is not a favour,
My heart settles for sanity,
The mind for its insanity,
I believe in will,
Bringing on the task - time kill

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