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Aug 2015
A silence like death,
Tears unable to take its own course,
Trapped.
( Just like I am )

a Prison called faith,
I am unable to face
Anyone.
( Can't tell them anything. Or Else…)

Isolation is the only solace,
The only one I am able to take calm breaths.
( don’t let them in)
( don’t allow them to see)
( I’m drowning in a pool of my own imagination)

                 *Serendipity.
Written by
Riya
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