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Pain and Poetry

Today why my heart rips apartMy soul knocks on my chest expecting propulsionWhy I drown into nothingness todayWhy sorrow feels like something to be sufferedAnd not expressed.I remember there were daysNot so rosyYet days when alphabet clamoured in mindSwimming in the pool of emotionsDays when I would sit backTo carefully string them into wordsAnd stuffContinue reading “Pain and Poetry”