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Mar 2013
Lying here, on my bed,
All alone, little bit sad.

Scary thoughts, clouding my mind,
Running wild, turning me blind.

Latching on, to the past,
To memories, never meant to last.

Searching for, a miracle pill,
Helping me, to strengthen my will.

Giving it, all I got,
To fight, the battle never been fought.

Hoping that, I never quit,
Crawling out, from the demon's  pit.
Naman Bagaria
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Naman Bagaria
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