Pray to the Death

i feel like being left alone i love being alone, i love my peace yet contradicting this case is where alone is antithetical to alone i carry the burden of my dead dreams looking for a cemetery under the trees caught in the maze and in between my wishes death doesn't comes to me even when i pray for it

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MaanvinderPilania

21 / M / India

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