Stuck - Part 1

Doomed in the darkness
No where to go
Reflection from the past
Feels like from a moment ago

Submerged in my pain
Lost the track of time
It was in my childhood
Now I am twenty nine

This is not to be discussed
But I am in the pain
If I suppress it now
It will come time and again

Need of the hour
Keep walking alone
If you lose faith
You will be called a moron

People let go of things
Then why I feel stuck in pain
Is it because
It happened again ? 

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