The meshed leaf

The one who created it, shall be the one annhilating; he is the delusion of all illusions... 


But I die…

I stay in your heart akin to a fish in water. You, unaware of my presence...but I die, if separated.


I might survive this pang, I might survive the next pang, might survive  yet another fit... But how many times do I survive, till I survive?

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