There's a thing , absurd, that's hidden from everyone
There's a thing haunting me every second
There's this paradox in my head; no one knows
I don't know what it is or am I imitating to spurn it, unacceptable? I don't know I don't know
Whatsoever it is, the melancholy
It terrifies my soul drenches me in sorrow
Wretches my heart to ache grievously
How long am I supposed to subsist
How long should I fancy smiles that doesn't exist,
Fake that worries are none
Hold on to devastated peices of me as if they're one?
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Seeking this woe to cease
For my soul yearns to rest in peace.
|Aliya|
