Poems of 97
1997..........dreaded and deadly year for me. The angst creature has taken its toll on this tired soul. I have nearly lost the battle, with my head bloody and resting on the ground. The thought of killing it was evident in this period. But to kill the creature would also cease this body to tick. A friend of mine helped me survive this battle. The others were mere spectators. Not because that they want to be spectators, I have never told them the casualties of the battle. They never asked. Here, I have found my friends whom I can really be comfortable with even in silence.
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