We are pushing everyone away
And living alone in our personal bay,
To fill the vacuum left by people race
In our closed space,
We add more materialistic comfort,
And fell in love more
with it without much discomfort,
To ease ourselves, we nurture things around us,
Without minding the world’s fuss,
You call it life,
I call it a luxurious prison with daggling overhead knife .
The sword hangs by a thread. ❤❤❤
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Well said 😃
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Indeed it is a prison. Well written 👍
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Thank you 😃
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Deep and well said
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We must reside in fantasy to survive reality these days. Very truly written.🌹
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