It's a new year, with same kind of fear,
breathing is difficult in this toxic atmosphere,
love to just lay on bed,
do nothing, just impersonate death,
their are so many voices around me,
but my heart feels so empty,
dont want to meet anyone, they make me feel filthy,
i realised being alive and being lively have different meaning,
one of them is me, and one of them I used to be.
Somehow I am just being alive.
©shrutid
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