Forgive me if I become the main character of your life too.
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A responsibility becomes a burden
When it was assigned to multiple people
But only one kept at it consistently
while the others took breaks.
If the Lone quits,
the rest often start
accusing them unrighteously.
Bitterness becomes inevitable.

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Either I do not "miss" people because I understand why their absence is justified, or I have a hard time admitting that I might actually be missing them. Either way, this isn't my most liberated self and feels suffocating because I usually let out whatever bothers me. Anyway, I'm glad that at least, this facilitated my YQ comeback, even if this isn't a fantastic one-liner.

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Weddings falling on the night before an exam is the most important ritual. : ' ^)

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People spill the tea, I spill sauce.

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Hands of a clock
We move astray
Complain and blame
Then drift away

Purposes differ
We go askew
Essences suffer
And stories brew

Out of the blue
We again collide
For Love has been due
And we must now abide

Lived in denial all we wanted
Painful partings but unisons granted
Strong are the forces that keep us apart
But stronger the ones that have fastened together our hearts. ;^)

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Guilt(n);

The life that could've been yours

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Of how much it is wired.
While even the hustlers come to a halt,
It helplessly stays urban to a fault.
A remaining tree or two remind of the long lost village days.
The outskirts they're called but that's how the rural essence stays.

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How guarding my heart
Has caused me to push away
What it wants the most
Drowns me in disarray.

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I stayed up all night
Overthinking the already resolved
Till the edges of my piercing thoughts
Blunt down and sink
Into the hollows that these all-nighters
Have left under my eyes,
Which were supposed to be resting
While they dreamt: closed
and healing the bruises that mindlessness leaves on a head full of ideas.
Are these hollows loud enough yet?
Or my issues resolved enough to not freeze me or push me in a direction I did not decide to walk towards?
Is this poem poetic enough yet?
Or my critics critical enough to deem this as another mindless rambling?

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