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to the Pain
and the doubts that I win.
to all that can't be mine,
and all that won't be fine.
to the less I have
and the more I crave.
it shall pass,
the wounds in the blood,
the void in my voice,
and "Oh I'm good".
the shivers in my whisper.
well, I'm not a monster.
silence for an eternity,
scars do dry, wars do die.
and when I pass
will the wounds in my blood be lost?
it is me who reminds,
me who remains.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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