Its a moon or mood swings
I hold hardly in my stomach
Butterflies cramping on my mind
Stomach, chest and the nerves on my body
Kill here and there the words in my mind
Shouting in my mind where the room is silence
Cry the tears out but its invisible for all
Cramp on my neck holding its back towards back
nerve strains on lower back which block the blood
DNA and cells may be rejuvenates and the hair on my body grows like there is no stop
By Ritukaur
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