Everything hurts

Everything hurts My back, my shoulder blades That shrug which never leaves And if at all it leaves, It’s with a pain I’ve to bear everyday You know what is heavy? Not my bag full of stuff But the chaos in my mind. It’s like a slow poison, Numbing appears to be the last. God,…

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Being anonymous has it’s own benefits. People, Welcome to my blog! We write when we feel like conveying something to someone or just to ourselves. It’s just self awareness of feelings which we were scared to bare, to discover. When we have a lot on our mind, we are scared to even measure the depth…