sleep where i find, the shade,
i am the weary kind for, this place,
i am numb,tired to the core,
stumbling upon in void, this space..
i surely, have brought some disgrace,
yes, i have an ugly face,
just listen to me, let me confess,
i do not deserve this anger, this hate...
i fell from your grace,
i got washed with tears like kohl,
with dried tears,i am a free spirit now,
who cares if i have a wounded soul...
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