Midnight healing

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And in midnight it is easy to heal 
When you are clueless about healing 
When you find your foot on glass walls 
When you are damn tired of some battles
When your fight is with demon inside you
When remnants are enough to describe you 
When you feel fine with some questions 
When you are bred in some darkness 
When it is little scary to act gently 
When you prefer yourself to rescue you 
And in midnight it is easy to heal...

Pawana Tripathi author 

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