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The sound of blood and heartbeats Echoing between disturbed winds with rain, Droplets spread everywhere... water, tears and dark red, And that was the end of my happiness, my pain... Some last giggles, some last whistles, Some last burst outs, some last chuckles, Some last morning peace walks, in between loud horn talks, Some last sip of cokes, some last puff of smokes... Pinch me with a deep cut someone please, I beg, It's numb, it will always be onwards, I can't smell, I can't breathe now, The tick tock of the clock is taking all away with it... No more I will wait for breaks, No more sunsets and sunrise will excite me, Summers are going to end along with this chapter, I saw myself, the man who died standing, in my dream...
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 5:39 AM UTC
The man who died standing ๐Ÿ’”
The sound of blood and heartbeats Echoing between disturbed winds with rain, Droplets spread everywhere... water, tears and dark red, And that was the end of my happiness, my pain... Some last giggles, some last whistles, Some last burst outs, some last chuckles, Some last morning peace walks, in between loud horn talks, Some last sip of cokes, some last puff of smokes... Pinch me with a deep cut someone please, I beg, It's numb, it will always be onwards, I can't smell, I can't breathe now, The tick tock of the clock is taking all away with it... No more I will wait for breaks, No more sunsets and sunrise will excite me, Summers are going to end along with this chapter, I saw myself, the man who died standing, in my dream...
mins
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23/M/New Delhi
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 5:39 AM UTC
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