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Nov 6 · 37
Her sad life
Suvi Nov 6
Deep rooted trauma is speaking
Her soul is creeping
On sadness her life is floating
Wishing her blood to be clotting

Every word is echoing
Her Chassis is narrowing
Sitting on chair dreaming
Her fantasy life is gleaming

Her world is not chirping
Every eye looking is smirking
Missing elements she is looking
Every grave she is digging
Nov 6 · 32
Would i make it
Suvi Nov 6
There are bodies of lifeless people piled up
Would i make it to the top
Would i reach so i would live
Or would i just be another one
Is it sad that i want it so bad
Is it okay if i step on them
But it would not hurt them
They are not alive
What if they catch my leg
And I fall on my face
Would it be possible to try again
Would they smother me
If i Couldn't get hold of the top
Would i be another lifeless body
If i did come to an end
How would i be able to know
If demon is tangled between my legs
Or god is willing to hold my hand

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