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Till the haphazard emotions of mine brim,
We'll breathe.
I'll live,
Till our eyes still see the faded memories
Warm and smiling.
I told myself so -
Bleak and blurred edges of a confined space,
Merged into a swirling depth,
My vision darkens
Four senses together
Sees a picture play out.
I am mum.
Under the feathers of irony I am buried
Our souls chained in the cage I created
Rather content in being barred
What should I do?
The names are only increasing
Will I soon forget my own?
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About the Creator
Azreen Mahmood
i write
to make sense of what's wrong around me
to let my emotions find a place
to say there's another perspective, always
if you like what i have to say a small tip would be much appreciated,
thank you for taking the time and interest <3
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