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 A contract with my self.

That we never dared to break.

But one fine day.

All hell broke loose.

A strangling force pushed me.

I took a  knife and butchered.

Untangling all the clutters 

In search of truth

I walked down to the roots

Butchering it into pieces

I peeled off it's layers.

It was just a facade.

To whom I always spoke to.

All this while there was no clue of truth.

Now I finally realized.

For whom I was working for all this while.

Who do I really satisfied?

Truth was always embedded in the contract.

Masquerading itself as a blasphemous act.

It's conjure one could never understand.
















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