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Submitted by Anonymous

There is a graveyard in my brain
where all the unanswered questions
are buried mistakenly.
They are still alive;
still unanswered.
During the nights
in the ditches of my brain
they are croaking like frogs
Early in the mornings
they are crowing like cocks.
They want their freedom
they want to be answered.
These unanswered questions
are now digging a grave for my life
and I am dying to find the answers
to save my precious life.


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