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Apr 2020
Im high

Not on Drugs of any kind type or form

Forming is A Thunderstorm

I Hear things outside

The time was right

It was midnight

I didnt fear death or suicide

Maybe it’s time i had died

Don’t you worry

Please Don’t hurry

On the Contrary

Look at the irony

U have broken my heart in a way too many

It hurt so bad it made me smile

No i’m not hostile

I’ll walk you down the aisle

Abandoned i stood,

On that hard cold wood

Loneliness and emptiness consumed me

I can’t be free

Why is life not easy

B  U T

I could never take that smile away,

I am not gonna be a runaway

For the carousel never stops turning

And My eyes Burning
Adityan
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