Feb 2019
I know what ensues.
It's a bitter fact,
Pain, hate and abuse.
It hurts me to say that
You're monstrous.
Just how can I hate you?
You were my hero once.
I cannot erase you,
You're the air in my lungs
But cancerous.
It's a bitter fact,
Pain, hate and abuse.
It hurts me to say that
You're monstrous.
Just how can I hate you?
You were my hero once.
I cannot erase you,
You're the air in my lungs
But cancerous.
People we're attached to are sitting on a golden throne in our heads. The conscious realizes the toxicity, the subconscious has been dwelling in it comfortably for far too long to withdraw.
(22/F/Pune)
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