Hurt

I saw a crowd in front of me

And their dreadful action

I had no voice

They were pressing me hard

They exploit me, Break me

I feel suffocate to the depth

Fire was covering my soul

Every inch of my body was throbbing

I was not ready to handle the grey side of me

I was bustling

My mind is shaming and my heart too

I don’t want to be a final pearl

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