What screams, a cry for help ?
A monotony of the living,
An untouched book, taunting;
And brimming with self sufficiency.
Is it really a tough nut to crack ?
How to live.
How to breath.
How to speak.
I skim through unwanted routes,
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I know I dont know what means,
To be human,
To have a will.
Youth is a fleeting memory,
As it shall be in the coming tomorrow.
Truth untold is a fallacy,
The savage domino,
Lone for destruction.
Ever singed thy hand o’er the flame ?
Ever ripped open your skin ?
What is pain really.
Not a panacea is it ?
