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Morax Muerte

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Morax Muerte

Tragedy Others

Headache

Headache

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There are certain blanks that have remained

Unfilled despite maturity taught you lessons

The problem is they keep on popping

With the same questions, forcibly seeking replies


We have only one brain which controls

An entire system; an entire body

The poor fellow does his best all the times

Under the pressure of existing exigencies


It aches, it gives headaches when the questions

Keep on coming, keep on looping up

Needless to say, they remain unsatisfied

Searching better answers every now and then


Hey, my brain just answered you out

Why you keep on harassing it so much?

You are paining my brain a lot; it has a better job to do

But no, those immature brain eaters 

Keep on feeding and nurturing those doubtful thoughts


The multiplications of the bugs accelerate

My head is heavy, It wants to shutdown

But it is only a temporary option for

A momentary relief as those paparazzi would

Definitely find a way to come back


Medications and any sorts of distractions 

Are some common relieving methods

Inhale and exhale, pump in more oxygen

And it would fuel up your resistance


It will bring a change in you

But a real change would be perhaps


Facing those demons, one on one

And show, you are not scared of them


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