Misery
The frowning brows ally
as I resisted in dismay
I knew the right way
but it wasn't a relay
and not just a play
it happed in May
an unfound ray
swayed away
swelling lay
my misery
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" Nothing does really end like the full stop at the end of the sentence. It continues. "
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Writer's note: No matter how much we try to resist sometimes all those insecure moments haunt like zombies.
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