Wounds from past refuse to heal,
Some scars are still there,
A sudden outburst,
And they are revealed...
Like a recurring dream,
A sudden rush of anxiety,
Drops of disturbed sweat,
Scatter on your forehead...
Lines of worry,
Are visible on face,
Mask of pretence,
Can't attenuate the pain...
Thoughts will disturb present,
Pulling you towards past,
Aloofness will play catalyst,
To pull you back by miles...
Disturbed smile, dishevelled mind,
Are key to the paranoid era,
One step there,
Wounds are fresh again....
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