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Sep 2013
A single line born from a drip,
I gambled with my veins,
Held a knife into my grip,
And you say I'm insane.

Mild doses of your ideologies,
Pumped into my bloodflow,
A poison you built inside of me,
A poison you let grow.

The iris loses its color,
Blank expressions say Hello,
The ceremony is long gone and over,
Where did my emotions go.

Did you lock them in the back room?
Where the fire started a minute ago?
Will they be horrified soon?
Is it them I hear at the door?

My nerves fight against me,
A broken and sabotaged nervous system,
Just give in and let me be,
I'll see you again,
Soon,
Very soon..
Maharshi Bhattacharya
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