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The Snare.
Dying to live, living and
dying to live again.
It's been a long time since
I've caught in this snare.
Breathing, smiling and even laughing,
but not really crying.
A happy trap that smells like
deep despondency.
Sometimes I love and
sometimes I love more.
But I really really wanna escape.
Really wanna ran away.
Because...
Because I know it's a trap.
I'm hearing love,
I'm listening to love.
I'm aware of good byes.
I'm understanding good byes.
I can see the struggle of others
to be with me.
I know you're struggling.
But I'm helpless.
I'm dying to live, living and
dying to live again.
© athirasanthoshc
dying to live again.
It's been a long time since
I've caught in this snare.
Breathing, smiling and even laughing,
but not really crying.
A happy trap that smells like
deep despondency.
Sometimes I love and
sometimes I love more.
But I really really wanna escape.
Really wanna ran away.
Because...
Because I know it's a trap.
I'm hearing love,
I'm listening to love.
I'm aware of good byes.
I'm understanding good byes.
I can see the struggle of others
to be with me.
I know you're struggling.
But I'm helpless.
I'm dying to live, living and
dying to live again.
© athirasanthoshc
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