Vishal Dutia

A storm of words, a tempest of pain, We clash and clash, we scream and we shout, We push and we pull, we give and we take, And then we repeat, like a broken record,

A cycle of pain, a cycle of hate, A cycle that never seems to abate, A cycle that binds us, a cycle that chains, A cycle that we cannot escape.

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