Stumbled upon the Truth
From this ersatz shell, let me break out,
Lend me your hand, a shoulder to lean on...
Let the ruthless reality butcher me,
The bitter truths slaughter my futile hopes...
Exhausted is my soul of concealing
My devasted emotions, my dormant plea...
With my repressed enthusiasm,
Murdered is my inspiration to breathe on...
Allow this pain to injure my verve,
Let the dormant despair devour my heart...
Let me shatter, allow me to destroy,
Just be there to gather me when I'm done...
Pooja
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