Lies are lies
Big or small
Pain from it
Never does fly.
They break us
Into million pieces
Making living
A filthy waste.
Blood and tears
Can never mend the damage
Into million pieces
Making living
A filthy waste.
Blood and tears
Can never mend the damage
Inside we die
As the soul fills up with darkness.
As the soul fills up with darkness.
By Binita Jha
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