Leaving the city I once called home feels like
It a almost taking a,last breath I want to fight for
My heart carry a load of memories
In my mind flash backs
Of all photos which I have carried
Remembering the therioes of life taught in form of stories
Leaving the city I once called home feels like
Having a body but dead soul inside
Makong me realize
Its,almost taking a last breath I want to fight
Its like ending my life may be with a fake smile and real cry
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©H.V connecting_thoughtss©
As on 3rd December 2019....
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