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Annihilation



                                                    Annihilation

Born through war

But brought up in peace

An irony in itself

I am  a study in contrasts

And, I can’t figure out myself

A bomb about to go off

Or a relic worth only in memory

Still, I try

I try to be one of the crowd.

I try to be a cogwheel in the machination of life

But every time, something haunts me

From the past, for the future

Pulling me back to the whirlwind of thoughts

And I can’t escape

 And I wonder, Maybe, it’s not so bad

To be annihilated in memory

At least, my future would be settled

Cause, there will be no future.

 

 


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