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Oct 2018
I have a fear,
A disease you may call it,
Whenever there's soothing silence
I fear of tormenting violence.
I suffocate,
There's lack of air in my soul
Whenever you leave me here,
Darkness consumes me whole.
I fall and break,
Now there's a scar inside of me
Whenever I try to ignite my soul with light
I'm burnt out of flames,
I can't breathe.
You may call it a disease
You may laugh about it inside.
But dear,
Have you ever fought your own demons?
Tell me,
If you ever won
Against the darkest parts of your life!
Surviving our own demons is probably the hardest thing to do in life. But what we think is we are in this all alone. We may fight our demons alone but we are not alone in this. Every one of us suffer and yet survive. Not only survive but live. ❤
Tribhu
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Tribhu  20/F
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