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[191] Pretty little nightmares

If you’re going to pretend
like I don’t exist then
i am not going to leave a
trace of my living
I don’t want to fight a war
where we mince words
Feels like a creature can
crawl from the hell and beyond anytime
But i guess it is not far from where we stand

Sometimes i feel self awareness is a curse
Only if i had the bliss of ignorance
but it’s too late for wishful thinking
It feels like our love is ageing
but wasn’t it only yesterday
when you called me mine?
And you said you liked to live in the past
Now i walk out without a word leaving all behind
Dreams turned into nightmares of noise
that i would have yelled
only if i existed

Rahul Gaur

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