I wish our school's thaught us how to handle anxieties, depression, felling of missing out...

I wish our first aid training included dealing with panic attacks...

I wish our syllabus had a little part in it which could guide us help to find us,and it wasn't only about a random apple falling on a man's head.

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If I were a man,
I'd be a true gentleman, hopelessly romantic, unwaveringly loyal.
I'd shower my woman with poems when times are tough and diamonds when fortune changes, ensuring not to let even a drop of sadness to touch her heart. From humans to roaches,
I'd battle anything to protect her smile.

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In search of muse, I became one

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In search of muse, I became one

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In the realm where memories waltz and shadows sway,
Past traumas awaken, seeking to claim their prey.
Yet, behold! A shield rises, mightier than any blade,
Pen and paper, my refuge, where anguish finds aid.

Within ink-stained pages, solace whispers and blooms,
Words entwine like vines, crafting sanctuaries in gloom.
Burdened sorrows carried, as liberation unfurls,
Through script and verse, I transcend, liberation unfurls.

Expression's potency, a sanctuary I explore,
Through prose and poetry, pain finds solace and more.
My pen transforms to a sword, carving realms anew,
In the kingdom of words, past torment bids adieu.

Thus, I brandish my pen, a warrior of the quill,
On parchment inscribed, my heart's agony I spill.
Each stroke heralds triumph over anguish's cruel grasp,
For in the realm of verses, my spirit reclaims its rasp.

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My mind is in a web
crafted by my own heart,

"I'm in 'Love' is what my heart whispers,
But my mind knows it has been blinded by emotional waves,

His name is the first word that enters my conscious the moment I wake up,
His thoughts are the last thing that leave me before I close my eyelids at night,

But isn't it suspicious how can my heart be so spacious even when it's in the midst of healing the last injuries it beard!?

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Just how long it has been,since I got intimate with my pencils and a blank page.
Just How long it has been, since I embraced graphite marks on my face.
Just how long it has been,since I last lived a day without running a rat race.

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यू तो जकम् इतने भी गहरे नहीं हमारे,
ना ही कोई पराया आता है उन्हें झुलसाने,
कुसुर तो अपने ही नाखूनों का है,
जो खुरेदते है तबतक जबतक हमें रुलानादे।

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आँखों में नमी की वजह हम हैं,
पर मुस्कान के पीछे छुपाना हमें गम हैं।

देख ना ले कोई मुस्कुराहट हमारी,
क्या हो अगर कोई करदे जाकर शिकायत जिंदगी से हमारी।

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We dont complain about problems, we complain about having to face them alone.

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