scared to shut up,
scared to speak.
too shy and weak.
i sneak peak
at your shadow only.
the birds chirp above your grave now.
tell me, is it homely?
everything lives and breathes
like before,
just me all confused and lonely.
like three-legged chair i stand,
in the mid of the room,
crooked and lost.
i got love and i lost.
it's now crossed out and doomed.
like me
a three-legged chair
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