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untitled (Free verse) by dniknam The scorn and misery the hate
in all its intensity the nights
of crying and shame the times of
utmost pain.The scars on my back
are like that of af map that
shows the direction of hate that
you have tracked. I wish for your
end everyday I look in the mirror,
because I always see you starring
right back. I wonder why and in no
time I want to die. This sudden lose of
control leads to sudden lose of life.
So I sit here with the thing that
always kept you comfort and with
another swallow from whatever bottle,
I die a little more.
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