Anguish: It Depends

Maitri Indrasen Singh

Abstract Drama Tragedy

Maitri Indrasen Singh

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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pain hurt hard dependence unbearable

It forces you to shriek

Makes the inner-self weak

The anguish gets so extreme

It becomes unbearable and hard to believe...

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