Burned.

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Burned.

Illusions often break to leave a scar. In dreams i didnt realise the real world was far. Abandoned in a wink, i had no home. Legs too weak to find a hope. Burned in the fire of truth i walked Miles away now, i am still bogged.   PRAGATI VERMA

Lived on sins

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Lived on sins

I don’t see a reason to revert back I already have a bundle of sins in my stack I regret my deeds from the dusk to dawn A castle of dreams is the only thing I own The body is wrapped in a sinful quilt there is no way out of this prison of guilt […]