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Feb 2017
I'm alone and it's raining
Washing away all my due debts
Is it the death of trust?
Or the beginning of intelligence?
The alarm clocks are screaming my name
Dragging me out of the illusion called faith
But I don't want to surrender
Please let my dreams flood with sweet lies.
As I run in a circle,
In the hope to see the other side of the mirror,
The day breaks in twilight
And the dusk turns into shadowy nights
The premonition takes me to nowhere.
I need something new
to laugh,
to cry,
to scream
And yet I don't know what to dream about.
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  28/M/Naihati
(28/M/Naihati)   
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