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When things go south and you realize there is no one you can count, sit in the corner and cry your heart out. Your life is too dark for any of your friends to relate to; no wonder they never wanted to listen to. Write things down and listen to songs; and you'll be cancelling out every sound. Feeling everything and nothing at once, this feeling of numbness along with agony, You're being burnt alive but no one could ever see these mental wounds It needs more than a thermometer to measure this heat and agitation The mercury keeps dropping and your heart keeps burning until the pain reach to a point where everything and nothing matter anymore, nothing left but ashes and dusts to a point where nothing left but emptiness In books, you cried for those helpless Now, here you are crying for yourself And when you cry, you don't cry: no tears, no sobs, not even a sad face Just with your poker face that nobody could read "This is just life" you mumbled, sometimes a little out loud But what did you do wrong except being born?
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
A Rhapsody, Without Any Melody
When things go south and you realize there is no one you can count, sit in the corner and cry your heart out. Your life is too dark for any of your friends to relate to; no wonder they never wanted to listen to. Write things down and listen to songs; and you'll be cancelling out every sound. Feeling everything and nothing at once, this feeling of numbness along with agony, You're being burnt alive but no one could ever see these mental wounds It needs more than a thermometer to measure this heat and agitation The mercury keeps dropping and your heart keeps burning until the pain reach to a point where everything and nothing matter anymore, nothing left but ashes and dusts to a point where nothing left but emptiness In books, you cried for those helpless Now, here you are crying for yourself And when you cry, you don't cry: no tears, no sobs, not even a sad face Just with your poker face that nobody could read "This is just life" you mumbled, sometimes a little out loud But what did you do wrong except being born?
shwiwi
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18/Myanmar
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
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