Maybe love is meant
to hurt a little.

Like that of the Sun
watching from afar,
a sunflower wither
in summer.

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Not every rain,
brings along a beautiful rainbow.

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"Cruel mothers are still mothers.
they make us wars.
they make us revolution.
they teach us the truth.
early.
mothers are humans.who
sometimes
give birth to their pain.
not children."

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But,at the end
of the day.

It's funny how
there's no one
to fix you,while
you wish upon
a broken star,
for a fix.

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And I've been told,
there's someone out there
-to hold me like the sky
holds stars,close enough
to breathe in the universe.

What if I was never
a star,but the sky to
even begin with?

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And on days like these,
falling a p a r t doesn't hurt
but the fear that holding
everything together,will still
remain–br ok e n.

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And on days,
I wish you'd see
me too.

Maybe,not as
a star but stain.

Stain of everything
you gave,but the pain
I carried in my womb.

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Maybe,it's better this way.

Better being lost than found
~only to be abandoned,
a g a i n.

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From
"Wo Maa jaisi hai",

To
"Kya maal lgti hai",

We've developed a lot.

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She hated the
s t a r s,
Until he became
o n e.

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