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Mysterious Soul

The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.

Tag: 3am

3 am.

all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA

Published November 21, 2021
Categorized as life, poetry, sad, self-introspection Tagged 3am, acceptance, agony, ambiguity, anxiety, deepthought, dejection, delusion, demons, depression, desolation, despair, fear, ghost, night, poetry, self, thoughts

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