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Oct 2013
Hurt myself.
Sleep three hours a night.
Shrug responsibilities like no tomorrow.
Write angry poems to people who probably don't deserve it.
Hate the ones I used to love so much.
God,
I am terrible.
If you can take anything from this,
Don't get close to me,
Because I don't know who I am anymore.
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   K Balachandran
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