visions of my past shot through my mind
an imaginary screen with my life stories appear
they all appear to be mocking me, naggong me about my disability
rudely awaken by the chill down my spine
it came to me that whatever seems so perfect is just an illusion
as it can be easily blown off by the wind of truth
my seemingly love ones left me in a corner to rot
with only stench to keep me company
waiting in vain for my creator, hoping that he will take me.
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