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*A silent tempest of million waves. Screaming against my psyche with billion raves. Unnerving my soul from the clinges of hope. Entangling my mind with elegant dope. Even in calm,  when i lie in my bed. A beautiful destruction out there in my head. In every fight,  it gets it's win. Poisoning with notion,  that i am the sin. Entraps every light entering my soul. Darkening me inside,  dark like a mole. Crashing and crushing me with walls of despair. Left on the sidewalk,  beyond repair. A wave is coming and nature cannot save. May be,  I am meant to vanish in this flagitious wave*.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
The Tempest
*A silent tempest of million waves. Screaming against my psyche with billion raves. Unnerving my soul from the clinges of hope. Entangling my mind with elegant dope. Even in calm,  when i lie in my bed. A beautiful destruction out there in my head. In every fight,  it gets it's win. Poisoning with notion,  that i am the sin. Entraps every light entering my soul. Darkening me inside,  dark like a mole. Crashing and crushing me with walls of despair. Left on the sidewalk,  beyond repair. A wave is coming and nature cannot save. May be,  I am meant to vanish in this flagitious wave*.
asimjavid
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
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