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Breathing...

Things are different...
Else I'm coherent...

Feels lonely...
I'm dying silently...

Feels pathetic...
Life is getting hectic...

I hate to write all this...
But there is no one with whom I could share this...

Either they are far away...
Else their time says no way...

Can't even blame them...
Even they have their problem...

Miserable my ways are getting...
All the doors are shutting...

Still I'm breathing...

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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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