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Archana Jan 2019
Alone I stand, amidst the voices,
Voices are all that I hear, deep inside...
My own thoughts screaming...

Silence surrounds me,
My worst memories, happiest moments all flashing up...
I see nothing, but my own experiences,
I feel nothing, but the old familiar ache....

Deep inside, feelings of guilt, stress choke me..
As if trapped in my own web of feelings...
SOLITUDE, My worst friend...

— The End —