When?
I am sick of this world,
Of this pointless existence.
We walk through life
As if it has any significance.
We are born, and then we die.
Like a movie, life has,
A beginning, a middle and an end.
And I am hoping,
That the end comes sooner,
Rather than later.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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