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There was pain in my ankles But still I walked. There was cough in my breathes But still I talked. My pace was slow The pain refused to low My speech stammered The was wind eating my words. 'What a lazy animal', they laughed 'What a mangy soul,' they laughed 'But..', I coughed. 'Wait..', I coughed. They see, they hear But only to things They want to bear. The next day Their tongues say, 'Poor soul, rest in peace.' 'I wish, we could help When you were in need.' (silent laughs) // Hell to this world.// - Chanchal