Desperately looking for refuge,
My heart is breaking,
My every memory is aging,
The only way that I have learnt to survive,
Is by owning my anger,
And letting it control me,
Now it shows itself,
At every given chance,
And I seek refuge away from the
damaged being that I am.
S.B.D7
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