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Oct 2015
when was i this greedy
sinking into this abyss cold
there is no way out now
no more arms to hold
and warm

I am calm
haven't eaten in days
but who cares
every last of them go away
why am I the last one to stay
in memories

it hurts more than I ever knew
but I've to act my part that is due
and remember
that no matter what you do
never feel less than yourself

I have walked less
than I have dreamed
and now it seems
I don't know myself
between the realms

tomorrow is strange
I'm afraid what I'm leaving behind
it sure has pained
in war between heart and mind
how it reminds
i was alive

light
escapes through the smoke rings
making a shadow
on the withering walls
air howls of fall
there is something grey
burning
filling the room with ashes
of what I lost
my all

struggling to breathe
and an ache too deep to hide
drowning in mist
nobody by your aide
only an illusion
that you harbor
to keep yourself safe

being young and naive
is harder than it may seem
because we forget
the rest
and only bleed
what we can have
instead of what we want

if I leave like this
I would have preferred the lies
all of those monsters
that pray and pry
they don't know yet
but the night is getting over
and I see a blue sky
the noise is getting lower
I am here and I would not die
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aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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