Deepest Pits
The sun stopped shiningLong before I remember
It was always raining
I am stuck in September
I have stopped feeling
I am no longer
A human, no, living being
In my worn out mirror
It's not me I am seeing
Redemption couldn't be farther
It's my grave I'm seeking
Hope is to err
Then why am I clinging?
Poetry by Dhruv
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Written on 2019-02-14 at 19:06
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