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Jun 2017
i am fathomed by the cold
a slow fatigue by the unknown
i wish i was brave enough
to face the challenges
but i plague myself with my own words
will this be another wasted night?
what will i do when i'm sober?
even a zephyr blows me down
i will now stay idle and stay disenchanted
even if my desire acts like dynamite
my heart will keep wailing for help
but a silent voice is never heard;
and will never be, until expiry.
why am i here again?
Written by
luq  16/M
   Corvus and Waking Apnea
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