I think about home
where everything made sense.
I miss true happiness.
I miss genuine love.
I miss those who gave me everything
no amount of money could ever buy.

Sometimes I feel robbed
of peace and tranquillity.
For what?
A better life
that turned out to be
nothing but a life laced
with lethal doses of different levels of pain.
It isn’t worth it sometimes.


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