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Jan 5
I miss waking up to the smell of your delicious pancakes.
Sweetly covered in maple syrup.
And the sweetest smile you served with it.

Now all I can wake up to
is to the smell of burnt breakfast.
Sugarcoated with cooked up lies.
That I keep feeding myself to stay alive.
β€œWhat did I ever do to deserve this?”
Keerthi Kishor
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Keerthi Kishor  24/F/Kerala, India
(24/F/Kerala, India)   
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