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shivanshsood
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Music is my medicine,  death my cure. 

fourteen.

Music is my medicine, 

death (is) my cure. 

is it you or is it me,

we are stuck in a lucid reality. 

Everytime that I dream of you

loneliness spreads across my arms.

fourteen was with which I associated You.

the gloomy light told me don't, 

you'll rot it all. But I being I went on. 

In the forsaken memories you reside

hoping for some light.

this forlorn Love of ours

tells me to keep my heart

locked,

locked deep in the trenches of mind

All tell me it will be fine, 

you'll get the love of your life. 

We all are alone in this 

world, seeking for

the 'one'. Realize 

that there's none. 

Solitary we be,

Solitary we'll be.

if I don't leave

now, I'll never

make it out.

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