I write, when I’m alone with my own self
Without any thoughts or reactions
But still alive that I can feel for sure,
Surety of living to know my self more
But the more I try to know
I fail in the same tragically
I find myself outside my own space
And I know, I won’t find it consequently
I guess I’ve lost it all
Looser in an unknown sense
An absentee, yet present all the way
Vanished, but yet carrying an appearance
No words to speak about anything
No thoughts to lend as such
I guess I’ve overgrown now
From my own being, so much!!
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Good one.. keep it up..
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I SOOO COMPLETELY IDENTIFY WITH THIS.. EXACTLY MY STATE OF MIND TOO.. THANK YOU!
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