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Jun 2019
I lie on my bed all curled up in myself.
No lights, no ventilation, no disturbance.
There's no spark that would lead me out of this cave.
I'm suffocating on my thoughtless brain wave.
There's no one I know coming to me to save.
I desire nothing lord, put me back in my grave.
The rocks and soil will make a comfortable bed I suppose.
Kanishka
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Kanishka  20/F/India
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