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Dirt
Today, as usual, I wore the same
old dress as yesterday
Without any regrets
I head towards the beautiful darkness
As my eyes have become accustomed
to that sight
Walking through the destination
I paused and carefully looked at
those wounds they had inflicted
Tears streamed down my face
as I recall the reasons behind them
I stopped in front of an old shrine
and prayed
To detangle those black threads
that restraint me from even living
My young days are murdered
and now I've nothing to lose
So, I'll jump to find my peace
"Those vulgar adults have killed me."
© HitenKumar
old dress as yesterday
Without any regrets
I head towards the beautiful darkness
As my eyes have become accustomed
to that sight
Walking through the destination
I paused and carefully looked at
those wounds they had inflicted
Tears streamed down my face
as I recall the reasons behind them
I stopped in front of an old shrine
and prayed
To detangle those black threads
that restraint me from even living
My young days are murdered
and now I've nothing to lose
So, I'll jump to find my peace
"Those vulgar adults have killed me."
© HitenKumar
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