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Jul 2021
Run
I run from end to end,
chased away at every bend;
I fall and I falter
and for my faults I alter
my self...

it is their say that decides,
whether a monster resides
in my soul...

A soul that is played
For my innocence is slayed--
they laugh at their profanity,
the ***** dogs, the *******;
the masterminds behind my insanity...

...
Dealing with demons within...
Shruti Atri
Written by
Shruti Atri  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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