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Rusted World

Date Written: September 5, 2017
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Darkness my phobia, 

empty' isolated' dumb' rejected. 

Sole possession of me, 

my only buddy. 

 

morning arises in darkness 

night ceases in darkness.. 

 

My fantasy' dream' desire 

to appraise & admire, 

heavenly world entire. 

 

May be god becomes kind, 

with a letter i got donated eyes 

 

But first thing i saw with my eyes, 

are few words of advise. 

 

THIS WORLD 

IS SO CRUEL 

AND I DON'T WANNA 

SEE IT ANY MORE 

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