When you know,
its almost the end,
of the month,
of the year.
And there is a thorn,
pricking your heart,
making it bleed.
With chains tied to
nerves,
you realize,
you get what you deserve.
At some point,
the topmost priority
goes to you.
So no waiting,
for some miracle,
coz when soul dies,
all those dreams shackles.
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