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Wilted Wings
My kinship with withdrawal and isolation goes way back.
So much history shared between us
To make me the person I am today.
As I suppressed words and emotions,
Destruction joined hands with me.
I wasted all that potential, as if under influence
And I left myself to deteriorate;
Not to be one with the soil
But to be a futile wreckage under a sea of hope.
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Diya Rajith
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