The overwhelming sadness
The excruciating pain
Who knows how I went through them
Who knows how I groaned
and how I helped myself up then...
Alone in white painted walled room
facing the glass wall
sitting on my bed
just looking up to the skies
through all the days and nights...
through my bare windows
witness to all the tears
running down my face
like a stream that never ends
flowing right from the core
of my worn soul...
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