Eyes closed, wishing everything didn't happen
I can't seem to be able to write about it
All I know, there's only one thing that can help me
But in my eyes, there exist not even ashes of my remains
Banging my head repeatedly tends to heal a lot
It helps set the feeling right after sometime
Atleast, I can't sense myself broken
Atleast, i can pretend to be normal
Till it kills me altogether
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Candid Heartstrings
PoetryThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
