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Withered
Million shards of my heart
Lie broken
Those pieces can be rejoined
I keep thinking in vain
Clutching my chest
I lift up my head
But the bullet is deep
It won't come out
Even if I cry and shout
When i tried to get up, I sat down with a thud
I try to cry and weep
So atleast I could sleep
But,the tears refuse to come
With a sign, I keep my hands on my head
Wishing I were dead.
I try to get up
But,the hands and legs are too numb
Still,I reach out for the water in vase
Which once held the roses
Given by you
Now scattered on the floor.
I drink that water
Crush the roses to death
Destroying things symbolising you
Until no sign of you
In this house is left.

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