Too young to be gone, too average to be mourn? Stuck in a cluster, battling it all alone. Was his talent to little, or was it not being from a family too known. Words fall short to vent out this grief, Was the pain and suffering to vast to be briefed! Tell me if this is the first time one was suffering a mental fight, It is just that he got the right limelight. As he is gone now , a trail of goodbye messages follow This shows nothing but…
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He was laughter, He was love, He was a friend. A protective Brother, An ideal father and a Caring husband. Warmth, Affection and sacrifice was all He was made of But, Whatever He did was never paid off. Everyday was a battle for him as well, But Oh, Poor masculinity, He was too afraid to tell. On days he wanted to speak up about whatever he has been, but was scared enough, to sound too feminine. In this world, which seems to work perfectly fine, Did we ever gave a…
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