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I refuse to be a firefly
in a glass jar.
I refuse your definition of beauty,
I'm with the wild flowers.

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Were you?


anxious. No
Depressive. No

(Figuring out ...)

wait "were"
Let it be gone only.

I try to deny myself from illusion
or delusion, and I think that in
this process perhaps I learnt to say 'NO'
and
'YES, I did it. So' ?


I was.

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I would rather prefer self immolation.

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A week of blood
smell of iron between my legs
before I accept to be a Woman
my ovary shed an egg.

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Demons settled within my ribcage
choking my intercostals
while other tried to shut me up
covering my mouth gently.

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Vibing with someone is a bliss
and
making one your obsession in the name of "Priority" is a huge offence.

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What are you doing?


What happened?
Are you ok?
Why are you panting?
What's this always with you?
She is slow on trek, wait for her.

Woah you are exercising, oh! Fitness freak
And so on blahh blahh blahh...

( Each heavy breath seems to be last,
Then came another )


Living the survival.

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All because of Love ,
that beautiful magical four letter word ,
I chased relentlessly till now,
only to realize that what I may want ,
may not be what I need.

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