I lost myself....

Pooja Patel

Abstract Fantasy Inspirational

Pooja Patel

Abstract Fantasy Inspirational

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thriller my imagination lost somewhere

Today I'm in college....

But my soul is not with me....

I'm gone..... somewhere....

In my thinking....

Physically....I can't travel anywhere...

But still I'm lost somewhere....

I haven't friends...

I haven't support of family....

I'm losing myself...

Now I become a living dead body...

My feelings are....died...

I can't write something new...

As well as....I haven't words....

For my new imagination....

I want to recover myself...

How can I do....?

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