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Sep 2016
The starry night,
the hue of colors in the evening,
the strands of light peeking
through the window in the morning,
never meant that much.
To us
who aimlessly walk
to reach a future
that isn’t written yet.
Endless demands,
dreamless lives,
hateful screams
echoes through the night.
Helplessness slowly creeps onto our mind.
Written by
Dinithi Sulakna  sri lanka
(sri lanka)   
425
   Cynthia Jean and Doug Potter
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