The thing about being a reader is, you try to read everything, even the words that have been spoken.

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my writings would have an essence of it.

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Bring me ice-cream

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You see, i do not have too many words but my suffocating self making desperate attempts to grow each day.

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And when I kept searching
desperately for words to
understand me
I found you tucked in my bed
And everywhere you could be;
around me and within me.
'Depression' you are the
real artist devouring me.

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There's so much I am feeling and feeling all at once that I fall short of words to express them. All I know is that it feels terrible to be this way. It's not like I am on the verge of giving up on anything but the persistence of this uncertainty is draining me. I always wonder is there a way out? If yes, then where is it I can go? And please don't tell me time heals it all. Eventually things will get better.
I am afraid that someday when I should really be happy I'll end up feeling nothing at all.

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We could evolve in each other

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Failures sing the
cacophony of flaws,
but if stitched in pieces
of poetry becomes
a mellow melody.

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Dear moon,
Please for once look at me
and tell me you
adore your scars so that
I too can believe scars
are beautiful and not that
they are the burnt past that
still haunt.

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Life,
A chase so hasty and endless
that i belong to it's journey
of believing in love and
yet never loving.

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