Battle with inner me

I am walking in the hot summer wind But I am shaking because the flowing tears were chilled. My heart is running fast And my head is aghast. Hands are not free but held in the tight fist I am afraid of seeing my bleeding wrist. I feel someone's hand on my forehead “Wake up sweety it was just a bad dream.” My head is covered with sweat But the firm hand of my mum abet. In The battle with inner me Days after days she wins but Today is the golden day cause I win..

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YUKTI

21 / F / INDORE ,INDIA

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