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You aren't just reading my poetry
it's the reminiscence of a man
who was misunderstood, judged,
ghosted, manipulated, questioned,
doubted, blasphemous, loved under
conditions, defamed, burnt the
midnight oil in contemplating his
existence, derailed his sanity,
befriended anxiety with perks
of depression, breadcrumbed,
exploited for being loud and
apparent in translating illiterate
souls who were smitten by
fairytale narratives pronounced
dead whlist breathing alive.....

Welcome to the graveyard of
memories of once upon a time....