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The heart
weeps in silence
daylight
seeps through the windowpanes,
cloaking
the room in a shroud of despair.
oh god, i
don’t want to wake up
again,
trapped in a circle of time where
the stupor
of sleep is shortlived
and the
sobriety of day endless.
no weapon
conquers waiting;
there is
no enemy, only emptiness.
the bedlam
in the street below
is reason
to believe the world still goes
on without
me. people live and
love and
die alone, but nobody knows
it. they
make noise without express-
ing
anything in either cries or laugh-
ter. the
soul is entombed and the
heart weeps in silence for its other half
~Broken
Wings~
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Kavitanjali
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