It's only getting worse,not worth a moment's regret..Each dawn is another curse,every breathe is a twisting blade...
What will be left behind in the
Ashes of the wake?...
Was it a rule made for me somewhere in d fictitious maze called heaven or paradise or watever u call it?..What was it?rather wat is it dat forces my successive thoughts into d ungettable world of utopia??..often i am left amazed!..everytime i try to utter my unspoken urge,i am fastened...everytime i wonder,i find myself deprived of the truth..n everytime i try to voice out my grievance,my vivacity is obstructed...dat is no mystery..but a fog that masks the real Me ..d system makes me unnerved..n fighting,struggling my
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