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#1 Toxicity.

When the thoughts go in circles,
but refrain coming out of the mouth,
when the desire to whisper is lost,
replaced by a scream and shout,
When the cause to survive life,
is itself bound in chains,
what can i do but lament,
over my self-imposed pain?
Questions are there but,
the answer is one,
Let time heal the wound, boy,
soon the pain will be gone!
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Jinal said…
Is that made by u?
U write poems.. great..!!
Tuesday, April 07, 2009 10:37:00 PM
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