Though my actions are kind , my mind is brutal .
Let for today not speak the words of wisdom,
let for this day just celebrate this mourn of grievances,
let for today not pretend to be so strong and tell each other what we've got on our mind isn't something about strength,
It is just that how we've been sucked up all our lives
Let this mourn would be about that head which feels like it is going to burst in few Seconds,
let this mourn would be about the throat which had swell because of lack of words ,
let just celebrate this mourn of grievances,
This mourn will neither become mine nor someone's but ours,
This celebration of mourn is a gratitude towards our own daily struggles and our conquer over those fears and struggles.
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