I should have given up on it all from the very start 

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Honestly, how could I even come to think that

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I can take care of my glass petal heart living apart

 

Listen I will to fiery embers loudly whispering 

 

It isn’t worth it so just give up and stop trying 

 

It would be but a lie to say that everyone thinks 

 

The only thing that can ever stop me is nothing

 

I have lingering echoes of hope and deep down I know

 

Hope is a painful rope to hold on to, so I should let go

 

I am going to ignore the people who repeatedly say 

 

I am a fighter, survivor and one that doesn’t run away

 

I swear I know myself better than you think you do

 

This is a journey I got to but just cannot get through

 

It does not make any sense at all for me to see that

 

I’ll be sane and this emotional pain won’t make me mad

 

Deep in the crevasses of my heart I keep on believing

 

That studying abroad isn’t for me and I will be leaving

 

Enough is enough, never will I lie to myself saying

 

It’s only a while more and I’m strong so I’m staying

 

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This is a piece depicting the thoughts that were constantly running in my mind as I was faced with ruthless and merciless adversities while studying abroad in Jordan. At that point of time I thought to myself that even the Mozart of romanticizing, will fail to see any form of blessing in this. However, I was proven wrong as time went by and the blessings began to reveal themselves one after another, and I witnessed a surge in rather pleasant and positive thoughts. This will sound really cliché but there is always light at the end of the tunnel after all.