half truth

half lies

half written fairytales

all come at a price

half of me

believes in magic

half of me

ends tragic

whose to blame

you or me

or each of us

is to be blamed equally

the question remains

what are we trying to write

an impetus to save a life?

half justice

or half privilege

half of you

wanted to help

half of me needed to be saved

half of you

felt alone

half of me

felt like home

but, half fairytales

aren’t sold at all rather

they don’t end well

no happily ever after.

Maybe, we all need to be saved.Maybe, we all can save. Only, if we let our ego aside.. our tenacious ego.








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