4.11.03

Kill Dil

something is not right
everything is too clean
history must be wiped off
i dont want the future
i just desire the present
for where i stand
its not of importance
to fade is to sanctify
the burden soul
the past is catching up fast
to load on my memories
to regret is of utter disgust
to feel is of utter regret
to forget is but of a crime
a criminal of my own crime

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