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What a Waste





Blood is still gushing through your veins,
Yet something seems to have changed.
Don't you see things a little bit differently?
even after the end of a decade.

The cold wind blows through your hair,
While wetting your cracked lips, you quiver,
Holding that smoke in your hand,
Once again, sitting here - you wonder. 

What a waste of a year it was,
What a waste of energy,
It's like you never learn, 
And get stuck in brutal and fuzzy. 

Is it all a lie, when people smile,
Seems they are trying for a while
To blur their senses and go for an escape,
Or is it just you,
Sitting in the corner all by yourself,
yet again.





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  1. Bored_teenager29 December 2020 at 05:23

    With veiled emotions, a smile that wanes
    Eluding the world from the internal pain
    Worry not, for these memories are not to keep
    Bitter paroxysms you let go off and sleep

    For there's a smile that lies locked away, hidden
    Nobody is let in, protected by walls, it is forbidden
    And soon one catches glimpse but you shirk it away
    With broken pieces of feelings gone astray

    Weep not for surely, the beauty will be seen
    Rejoice and live the moment, treat yourself as a queen
    For surely, if a protagonist like Pikachu could smile n say Pika Pika
    I am sure there is hope for you yet, dear, sweet Reeka!

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