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Feb 2017
Plenty of reasons to cry but not been able to do from ages
What should I call this a fake happiness or a tried conspiracy
To just burn myself in the flames of hatred that the world is throwing at me
The heart is demanding answers
Even the heaviest of rock guitar riffs are not helping me this time to overcome the screams of the heart.
Just burning feeling is a constant
Is it all about money and possessions and degrees?
I am unable to decode these patterns.
AMOGH MEHROTRA
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   Demonatachick
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