I m broken from the core,
I wish if there would be someone to hold me,
I am falling from heights,
To the horrifying darkness...
staring at the griefs eating up my soul,
My being flee restless and mad...
Death is getting closer..
i need a word,
i need a smile,
no other comforts can help me..
No footprints are nearby,
No consoles either...
My lonely and desolate self is murdered here....
Brutally by the Thoughts...!
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