Beads of muffled words,
Hang from the thread of chaos,
Choking around my neck,
I gulp back my screams down,
My jugular vein throbs for help,
But No one bats an eye.
They stand with a Mouthful of 'lovelys',
And with Admiring eyes speaking of envy,
As they watch the showpiece of your lies,
Crafted in the form of a Necklace,
Strangling my dreams to forever sleep.
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