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Jan 2018
It travels up my spine
My blood seems to skyrocket
Hammering my head violently
This feeling, I can't accept
Nor can I abuse it,
It seems to dry out my instincts
And fill the puddles with regrets of action
A poem about fear of the past actions.
Written by
Bibek  19/M/Pokhara nepal
(19/M/Pokhara nepal)   
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