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My Pain...

I... Me... Myself...
I wish to say it loud sometimes...

I'm tied with responsibilities, I'm tied with my aim...
I wish to break free from it all...

I've burden of my past, I'm drenched in my sorrows...
I wanna relief from my sufferings...

I get caught in the whirlpool again and again...
I just want to runaway...

I hate being helpless, I feel pathetic about myself asking for help, crying for a peace moment...

The one I loved... Felt as my soul mate...
Turned her back on me...

Whether it's a lesson or a test....
It's fucking killing me anyway....

Love is being selfless...
I used to believe and act...

It's all bull-shit...
Coz it contains only sorrows and nothing at all...

I know I'll fall in the same trap again some day...
Will curse the same after few more days...

My life has shortened to this miserable cycle...
I'll keep moving deeper into it as it's my haunting destiny...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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