PAIN OF LOSE

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I know it has been a while since I told you a story. No. I am not out of ideas, or maybe I am out right now. Or maybe, I am just waiting for the right moment to tell you the story. The story where you don't see the protagonist as a loser for losing time and again, rather you see him as a fighter, who is unafraid to stand up no matter how many times he gets knocked out by life.
Do wait a while, while I create that story. It may take some time. Please be patient with me but once it's ready I promise you it will be a story etched in your heart for lifetime.

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and we want them
to kiss our scars
when we cannot even
show them our
unfiltered pictures.

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They do not like
my unfiltered words.

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Do not seek metaphors in my words,
No more I compete in the race of herds.
Along the shadow of forests, I saunter;
I am not free, but I am not caged either.

It took me eons to tear off my own skin,
That I kept pasting one on another, like filters.
Blood, sweat, tears and what not,
Path to self callously frees us from them all.

Many told me but none showed me to be self;
I embraced this flaw and made it my forte.
Little did I know it was not the road not taken,
I fell behind at will; it's okay to be broken.

The hair on my skin breathes fresh air;
this world is more or less the same, only clear.
I know ornaments augment one's beauty,
but it's the bland soul that assigns a meaning.

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"UNFILTERED EMOTIONAL RANT"
( cause mom told me something)

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"Wish I could see through your heart,
just as I see through the camera lens!"

|Unfiltered and Mine|

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Sometimes, here and there, your small, annoying gestures become the poetry of my life.

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we have the freedom to live
true to our own nature.

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Meet me with an unfiltered you,I'll accept you with your flaws.

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