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Jul 2020
How often at night my soul lays awake in bed...
Reaching out to the hollow emptiness...

How my mind gets numb and the heart beats in horrible pace!

The three things broke me... Yet has kept me alive!
The ticking of the clock...
The childhood trauma...
And His return...!
            ~V.Venandi
Veritia Venandi
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