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    • Mar 11
    • 1 min read

Cry

By Maanya Johari


No more reasons to crave No cards left to play Clouds full of sorrow Only Sadness to borrow A little brave To dig my own grave Lost at sea Still trying to flee Home never felt like home It would, with me gone



You resume me Cause I'm not readymade Death is my only resignation Let me fly in my imagination Don't ever test me There's nothing left in me Already a failure Don't try to be a savior I'll never blame I am the flame Maintain your distance No need for assistance If I die I won't take you Maybe I'll smile a little too There's no need to wry All you can do now is cry


By Maanya Johari





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