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PURE AGONY winter sun hidden in mist and haze my worst emotions want to explode in a fit of rage, I want to shout what the hell is this pity all about?
about the story repeated hundred times a black eye, six stitches and an unwashed head about the painless smiles springing with faint hope that the shocking news my mom should be able to cope
the first chord of love that tightly binds but the rebel in me at times twists and unwinds did she bear me to make herself cry? for even a pinch, her tears make me feel as if I am going to die.
what I think might not be important yet, pity the worst emotion in man is termed a virtue simply 'cause it does not belong to beasts and statue.
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