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Why is love so partial, 

Complicated, conditional?

At this time in my life, 

I'm in need of a hand to help; 

A shoulder to cry; 

Ears to simply hear my rants. 

Why do I feel so lonely?

Why am I trapped?

Is anyone reading this?

I'm tired of crying to bed; 

sitting at literally one place, 

Listening to others mock me

When am I going to be happy?

Every person, the thing is temporary

But migraine is my best bud.

 

I don't even expect one to be nice to me. 

Least of all, let me live.&nb

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Studying hard to get a degree isn't a goal, 

To get out of here is one!

For once, I want to breathe loudly and 

Feel the essence of peace,  

I don't mind if it,

Lasts for minutes or forever. 

All I want is a space -

A space in my mind, soul. 

For the first time, 

I'm not afraid of failure

I'm afraid that it will take away

My freedom, entirely. 

I hope one day, someday

I will be out of the cell, 

With no cuffs. 

Reminding each other, 

'World works on hopes.'