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The Diary

We all are holding shards
And rubbing it against our veins
To make them bleed once more
And when we walk across the forbidden door
We all plunge into the pool of pain
And let it suck our soul so tortuously
When the mighty dusk bestows the silence
We let the self scream within ourselves
For it has been so recklessly burdened
And when the moon brightens a night's joy
Overwhelmingly, we set our demons free 
For the excruciating love never departs 

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