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Feb 2020
Now.
I am so tired.
Now.
I want to sleep.
Now.
I am so sick of it.
Now.
Let me just sleep.
Now.
And never wake up.

But.
I think that I am cursed.
And.
I am dead already.
Now.
I live in a hell.
And.
Hell is a brazenly lonely place.
Just.
Let me sleep forever.

I fear immortality.
I am already so lonely.
I shall be lonelier after some decades.
My parents are not here for forever.
And humanity is so selfish.
People are so self-centered.
They don't care about others.
They just exact their selfish aims.

They bed people casually.
Why.
They just **** and forget.
Why.
Won't they have to love?
Never.
Why?
Because someone broke them.
How?
Someone shattered their heart.

So?
Now it's a chain reaction.
My HP Poem #1826
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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