Loss Of Grip

Wish to empty my thoughts away!

Those Thoughts, of you that ruins my organism, in pain

For with mystery, comes history;

Even though there is no one at fault

It shall be me only.

Why there is shrillness in your sweet voice?

Did I make a mistake to comprehend your indication?

Now, I sulk and haunt my own conscience,

There is no more left to say.

Because you refused. You walked away.

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