Blame
Blame falls on me, like autumn leaves, From every corner, it deceives. Even from my loved ones, it flies, Bringing tears to my weary eyes. I try to shake it, but it clings tight, A heavy burden, day and night. I try my best, but still they blame, It's like a never-ending game. _whrishita_
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