my dear,
my poor inner child,
you missed so much
for many years.memories lost,
missed encounters,
a past long buried
deep inside, forgotten.empty bottle,
circling smoke,
you can't escape
who haunts you deeply.self-medicate,
hallucinate,
intoxicate your senses,
though all of it in vain.don't dare to sleep
when monsters are near
because, my sweet little thing,
you became the one you fearthe most.
- C.
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कविताrigor samsa: n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more so...