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Broken Again...

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Scratched is my heart from every end...
It's bleeding and the pain has deepened...

Things change...
People act strange...

Tired of it...
Every time I'm the one whose unfit...

Still like stupid I love unconditionally...
Wish to die now suddenly...

Can't take it anymore...
There is no one who would adore...

Why me !!!
Please have some mercy...

Let me have some good memory...
My past is filled with misery...

Don't want you to be in the sad archive...
Seems like history is repeating itself... And I won't survive...

Food is not going through my throat..
I'm drowning and I can't find a lifeboat...

I've no choice then to drag myself on...
Love for family is holding... Else I would have gone...

Starting to hate "love" as the base of my life...
Again broken I'm... Again I'm strife...
About Author

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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  1. Unknown4 May 2014 at 11:00

    Kaiko itna senti hota hai....rulaega kya...!!

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  2. Confused Soul10 July 2014 at 11:14

    There is so much pain here!
    But you know, you've got to bounce back.
    You're going to be fine..Take care :)

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