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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 01, 2017

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Submitted: January 01, 2017




I am sitting lonely in a park even in my university class,

I used to sit with my friends or try to fit between them

I got some problems lost my Aristotle's mean,

Find myself in two extremes, two vices

As a kid, I used to hear strange voices asking out for help,

She yelp as if hurt, I found myself in the dirt

I was so much introvert became alert so what, I was very weak,

I was bullied as a kid on my Ptosis and physique

I lost myself in deep mental pain,

Even my teachers thought I simulate

So then results brought negative consequences,

The darkness spread as I lost my senses

Stuck in pre-occupied thoughts, I broke the vase on your head

After that life is like a broken thread as if emotional bled



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