Bleeding Soul
Sitting alone and really I have no clue of things. Hopefully, things will get better with time, this I often hope although sometimes even that hope fades. It makes me feel so miserable and then I sometimes even cry. My heart starts to bleed, then after sometime even the bleeding of my soul stops. Emotions kill me, when I feel so.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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