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Jan 2015
I tried to cry,
Never thought feeling pain would be this hard.
I tried to smile,
The plastered curve on my lips, who cares if it's mine.
I tried to be angry,
I realised I have no strength left.
I tried to hide,
From what I could not decide.
So I decided I will stand,
Stark naked, and see the arrows targeting me.
Wait, I will wait,
For the day when at least one ,
Will help me feel.
Pain,anger,joy... I don't care.
Help me feel.
Help me feel.
Tiara Prasad
Written by
Tiara Prasad  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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