Living dead

It’s not day and it’s not night,

Neither evening nor morning light,

Its 4 am and I am alive.

Alive like before, before my heart was broken,

When sometimes I smile, sometimes I cry,

but all those times, I feel Alive. 

Today, I am not dead, nor alive

Neither feel nor express what’s inside,

It’s like living dead, and this is life…

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