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[1] Everything I ever get haunted is ,
If I haven`t written enough.
[2] I tasted freedom in the utter and most desperate urge to be dead.
[3] I graduated this year ,
to abandon the feeling of constantly trying to fit at an institution,
I could dream of burning with open eyes ,
And could most possibly laugh at this mishap .
[4] I do have friends ,
But we meet occasionally, or annually or never!
[5] I wish I was not a poet ,
But what could I expect ?
With the unending longing for fulfillment would take me to,
If not to my grave .
[6] let me tell you the greatest truths of my life ,
I might die, if I won`t write, instantly ,
A dozen more poetries for you , impatiently,
Apparently.
~ Leeza
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