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May 2020

~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~


I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,

scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,

scarring
my already
withered psyche,

clouding my
tarnished mind,

clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;

questioning
my existence .


Today it changes.
Sometimes, thoughts are my own enemies, trying to learn some positivity.
Shrika
Written by
Shrika  F/India
(F/India)   
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