My home doesn't feel like home anymore

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I wish my expressions could be
As powerful as my thoughts
Because every time I try to catch them
The voices inside
pulls me behind
Suffocates my words
And compel me to filtrate.
According to the world
According to the society
According to every ounce around
Except for myself.
And hence, the expressions die
In the heart itself
Making it a graveyard
Of unexpressed annotations.

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every time
as I attempt to
make you feel
a little more
alive,

every time
as my attempts
go in vain
I feel a little more
dead.

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~ her

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Why is it always, " Just say directly what you want "
and never, " Tum aankho se btana mai samajh jaunga" ?

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~ we're different — % & — % & — % & — % & — % & — % & — % & — % & — % &

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How ironical is this
that the h e a r t
breathes fine with
you inside
but immediately
s u f f o c a t e s
when it's hollow.

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