Some senses stop working
When you are around
You kept talking about something
And I had no clue
Don't blame me
As I am prisoner to your eyes
It egregiously captives me
All the time

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What we were? What we are? What we would be?
Answers the captives of our own identities , living in the prisons of our own creations.

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HELL TO HEAVEN💫

(Poem in caption)

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All are captives in the cycle of time

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