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Countless people around me Yet I feel so lonely For their voices don't reach my heart And still somehow, I’m the smiling dart

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC

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People

Countless people around me Yet I feel so lonely For their voices don't reach my heart And still somehow, I’m the smiling dart

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In the dim corners of an archaic repository Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery A chronicle of unspoken, untold history The brutal lash of a leather belt The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat Tribulation getting culminated with every dart Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art

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Jan 24, 2025

Jan 24, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC

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The Last of Past

In the dim corners of an archaic repository Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery A chronicle of unspoken, untold history The brutal lash of a leather belt The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat Tribulation getting culminated with every dart Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art

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In the shadows of my serene composure Perturbance ventured my susceptible core Corollary hallucinations compelled my inner channels to disarm Commenced the chaos at the departure of calm A storming blitz led by a fortifying fleet Disruptions levitated to the greatest summit Every portal being forcefully barred Catastrophic propositions nearly forged my dreary graveyard Instantaneous reinforcements initiated an expeditious resurgence Sirens snapped my vulnerable systems back to sense My efficacious consultant explored miscellaneous alternatives Warfare and fleeing being the superlative prerogatives Befittingly, combat seemed extremely gallant Escape undignifying the prowess of talent It all panned out en route a thunderous showdown The ultimate clash being unveiled as the ‘Psychological Crown’

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Jan 21, 2025

Jan 21, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC

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Psychological Chronicle

In the shadows of my serene composure Perturbance ventured my susceptible core Corollary hallucinations compelled my inner channels to disarm Commenced the chaos at the departure of calm A storming blitz led by a fortifying fleet Disruptions levitated to the greatest summit Every portal being forcefully barred Catastrophic propositions nearly forged my dreary graveyard Instantaneous reinforcements initiated an expeditious resurgence Sirens snapped my vulnerable systems back to sense My efficacious consultant explored miscellaneous alternatives Warfare and fleeing being the superlative prerogatives Befittingly, combat seemed extremely gallant Escape undignifying the prowess of talent It all panned out en route a thunderous showdown The ultimate clash being unveiled as the ‘Psychological Crown’

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Once he was 7 years old His sensational story got told When he was compelled to stop Still climbed the mountain top As he sat by the setting sun Finding ways to be the one Rising from the ashes Figuring his way out through clashes Realising the deep dirt he was in How well did he solved the problems he had never seen Keeping his head still with a grin Transforming himself into the man he had never been Believing himself to get out of any strife Embracing the true spirits of life Humbling himself into a gentleman Nurturing members of his clan Showcasing a journey of tranquility with grief So well did he displayed the power of belief This was the ‘Struggle of a lifetime’ But everything, everything, was worth the time.

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Jan 19, 2025

Jan 19, 2025 at 12:04 PM UTC

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Struggler

Once he was 7 years old His sensational story got told When he was compelled to stop Still climbed the mountain top As he sat by the setting sun Finding ways to be the one Rising from the ashes Figuring his way out through clashes Realising the deep dirt he was in How well did he solved the problems he had never seen Keeping his head still with a grin Transforming himself into the man he had never been Believing himself to get out of any strife Embracing the true spirits of life Humbling himself into a gentleman Nurturing members of his clan Showcasing a journey of tranquility with grief So well did he displayed the power of belief This was the ‘Struggle of a lifetime’ But everything, everything, was worth the time.

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