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In this world so cold There is this loneliness And a scarcity of life Are you out there? Are you waiting for me? I am blind as I am deaf Walking on a path so dead Brown lifeless grasses and forests. I am here, waiting for you Are you out there? Are you waiting for … Continue reading →

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Murdered/Raped – I am Dead

Posted by akhandsi on December 21, 2012 · 6 Comments

And I cry with a word of pain, Grabbing me and tearing me. Why? Why anybody would do that? Am I not a body of flesh and warmth? I am resting in peace is what they think, No I’m not at peace, I am not sleeping. Where is justice that was promised? Is it … Continue reading →

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