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In a world where,
black spills from the tortured eyes
and people drink a cup of lies.
In a world where,
darkness forms the core essence
and dementors haunt my demented presence.
I writhe and turn in this self made cage,
Sculpted out of misery and rage.
Silence hovers amidst those sleepless nights,
Far more terrorizing than endless cries.
But now I slowly carve my way out,
As a butterfly breaks the cocoon.
I teach myself to live again,
from the ashes, a phoenix will rise soon.
-Ishita Gupta
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