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Jul 2015
It keeps creeping in
  Slowly,
Indulging in every cell
  Deep within me.

What freedom do I have now?
  When all I can ever do
Is counting
  The days down.

The throbbing
  The stinging
The tugging
  The aching

What did I ever do
  *To deserve this pain

*That’s been haunting me
  For weeks?
Miira
Written by
Miira  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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