Limbs ache,
throat hurts.
Suffocated breath,
high strain.
Damn tiring,
every sort of pain.
Hearing the same
yelling sound,
dawn to eve,
Trying to cope
Every second
But couldn't Escape.
Don't ask me for a while,
"How am I?"
Don't ask me for a while,
"Why am I so down?"
Don't ask me these
with a face in frown.
Don't ask me for a while,
"Why are you holding
a long face as fiddle?"
Don't ask me for a while,
"What's wrong with me?
Why I don't get diddled?"
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