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A Feeling so Fresh

A Feeling So Fresh... Ahh...! The streak of pain, The rough floor And the red stain. How can I forget that agony? They were five And I was only. They dragged me like a rucksack, A feeling so fresh... Not at all a Flashback... The strong smell of alcohol, The half burnt cigarettes And their faces like a black coal. I’s like a fish out of water Repeatedly pleading Like a stubborn beggar. How could they listen? Unlike humans They were all demons. Tightly, they tied me with a rope, Not a movement possible Breathing was only a left scope. Unsuccessful to unwrap me, They took a knife And put cuts, one...two and three. Echo of their laugh still agitates me, The smell of their sweat Is still chasing me... One by one, they quench their thirst, Good thing is that They were fighting to be first. They murdered my innocence, Unbearable and brutally Killing all my sense... Leaving me, not less than a dead Chained, in time coffin Still trying to move ahead...

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