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Apr 11
All the way long it was an illusion,
To be a part of it was my own decision,
It was after sometime,
When I couldn't feel this breath of mine,
I realized,
How I am going to be despised,
But I just got tangled into it completely,
And was trapped in the cage ultimately,
Not of greed, anger and selfishness,
But of grief, disappointment and life's pointlessness,
Happiness was not a part of this deal,
So it might take a million years to heal.
You live in a dreams.
You manufacture illusions.
-Tennessee Williams
MoonlightVersifier
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MoonlightVersifier  18/F/INDIA
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