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Mar 2014
They laughed , when i was lying on the ashes of my tears,
They were in grieve mourning on my flight towards my paradise.
Yeah I got wings, they never let me fly high.
wish high.dive deep.

I am an addiction of entertainment for them.
I knew but always ignored, but today they ,
put a big wall of mirror between us.
Now its all reflecting back through and through.
Revelations ripped me off , my psyche is bleeding.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
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