Ripped and wrenched life

Melancholy came without any notice and yanked off my wings of my power of creativity and my faculty of imagination from me leaving me incapable of flying in the endless horizon of this mind of mine and so, I, had to cling to others for my own survival,for the words which were left unsaid, for the power which was left unused, crept into my skin,slowly and slowly, only to peel and flay off my very skin and leave me all alone, bleeding and hurt for life.


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