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May 2018
I've been gifted with the curse to wield a black skin
In a society where dreams metamorphosize to nightmares
Boarding a taxi of unfulfilled dreams
Dancing around the edge of a razer blade

Misery and pain kiss my dreams
As they all queue to take turns on me like humans on ATM
Hope disappears like **** in a fan firm
And my head is stuck between the pace of my legs

Achievementphobia strikes like cholera
And anguish jets on souls like ebola
With millions of dead dreams and thousands hospitalized

Today I will pack my Shattered dream
And move on with the littlest crumbs of hope in me
To journey through valleys, mountains and ocean
That I may find a place for my dream somewhere
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©️Drunk_poet
Society
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Drunk poet  19/M/Everywhere
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