Distorted Mirages of a Being
My thoughts rippled at the strangeness of a numb troubling sorrow,I am overpoured, sinking beneath a fathomless bottom,Unable to catch a breath amidst its congested hollowness. I say, it is all inside my head—...
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“Where is my mind?”
The perks of taking public transport, apart from it being cheap, are the people, each more depressed than the last one. I listen to them sometimes, to their grumbles – always about their horrible...
