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I can feel her shrieks
It's almost as though
They are inside me
Plastered upon my heart
Impinged upon my thoughts...
She is breaking
Little pieces of worn out paint
U see blood like rust
When they come up in your hand
How long can u pretend?
She and me, we both have acted too long...
What was that old play? Or was it what they call
Life?
Bollywood
