Choked heart, distressed days, nights of agony essays;
her stitched lips, craving to spill out the grief sips,
her sensitive sentiment, and the bona fide intent;
alas !! there was no muscle to bustle, no ear to hear,
a platform she wished, for her mentation be published;
her agonies, to let the folk cognize her lows & highs
from doleful two lines to alcoholic romantic defines;
quoting her reasoning, bluing her bold self glistening,
typing the feels that were restricted, she was addicted...
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