Chains.

There are chains that hold me, not a single one you can see. They are invisible to your eyes, and so are my pitiful tries. One chain around my neck, my voice has been silenced  I barely breath as I choke, inner strength I invoke. One chain around my hands, delicate, you call them. You … Continue reading Chains.

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Bury.

  There is a place deep inside my mind where i bury all my secrets, it contains some memories  And stores all my regrets. It is like a room full of compartments, keys tossed in the abyss of my thoughts, cobwebs in the secrets department, it stays untouched and rots. The memory lane, I dread … Continue reading Bury.