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Sep 14
i cry,
i cry,
i cry for a life time over the million times i died when i used to try.
I mourn,
I mourn,
i mourn for the innocence that hovered and the promises they sworn.
I lift myself up
and
ask why?
Why would there be an answer except lies.
They don't realize the harm done
and how my soul got undone.
This all was mundane
yet you had fun.
will the nitpicking of my flesh ever stop?
will the conquest for my blood ever stop?
Another few questions to ask
yet no answers to give
none ever will
Written by
RT Naintial  18/F
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