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Jan 16
Holding myself like a thought,
Too tight, too deep,
I may never get out of this,
But there is a clock beside me.

Jumping into something,
Still holding myself hard,
I will never see what's beneath,
Well, I have tried flying too.

'Bipashna' and self-medication,
Love, care and mutual feeling,
Wait these all are numb things,
Cause I still hold myself like a thought,

Thoughts holding thoughts,
Striving to fly or jump,
Its all delusional,
So I am still holding myself like a thought.
Written by
Theamage  17/M/Nepal
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