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Nov 2021
Standing behind these iron bars,
Holding a million wounds and countless scars..!!
Caged in my own thoughts;
With a constant feeling of distraught!
Unable to face my own face!!
Off-track somewhere while smiling so fake.
Too tired to confront,
Too lost to be awake..
Lost between hallucinations and alive,
With no reason left for me to survive!!
Sometimes we try hell hard to be happy and end up masking it.
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