Unlike me,
They have the right words to say,
Silly questions to ask,
On these nights,
I hope you have forgotten me,
Because I don’t want to be another one of your expeditions,
Signatured under ‘the forgotten ones,’
For I am afraid of breathing in a herd,
My limbs start shivering,
Like this world quivers,
When their monotony broken by a thunderstorm,
And I am lightning baby,
An omen for your hallucinations,
Meant to be doomed,
Yet I think I’ll live a moment or two,
For this world needs my ugliness to survive.
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