maybe after you peel of all the layers,
when you manage to reach the real fragile heart,
when you victoriously break down the walls,
and capture what's meant to be yours,
you'd realize that its different after all.
maybe you'd see that sometimes,
the way the actions do not represent the wants.
maybe you'd see the cracks and leaks and imperfections.
and maybe you'd even think that it isn't what you really want after all.
maybe.
but how do you know if you don't fight the war?
a victory isn't half as interesting if you don't shed tears,sweat and blood.
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and maybe,
just maybe,
if you are the one,
you'd see what i really want.
without me saying anything at all.