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I feel restlessness for what has happened; A melancholy looming, making me question my life, A selfish bout of thoughts in a frenzy, in my head. It's all in my head. They've taken me hostage, in my head. I stalk the dead, their facebook pages, galleries of hope and positiveness - much like these carefree days - both brought to a halt, taken to their beds. And I dare compare. Even my past affairs. Who I am, and what’s not there. Two years of not having cried, now, this day, I realize, all the hardness that hardened inside, was all just in my head. In my head They've taken me hostage, in my head.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
In My Head
I feel restlessness for what has happened; A melancholy looming, making me question my life, A selfish bout of thoughts in a frenzy, in my head. It's all in my head. They've taken me hostage, in my head. I stalk the dead, their facebook pages, galleries of hope and positiveness - much like these carefree days - both brought to a halt, taken to their beds. And I dare compare. Even my past affairs. Who I am, and what’s not there. Two years of not having cried, now, this day, I realize, all the hardness that hardened inside, was all just in my head. In my head They've taken me hostage, in my head.
written about the Holey Artisan tragedy that took place on July 2, 2016 Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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tilok-adnan
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tilok-adnan
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
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