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Ipsita Jul 2019
I lost myself while searching for others
The truth is the societal pressure
I never learnt how to be me in the world of demons craving for the bloodshed tears
I will improve to see if I can really be me
The change is so strong, to go back seems just so long. Maybe they would've groomed me to be brave, how could I ever fall of shame. Life is a mere game with no winners just flaws making us choose one over the other.
Ipsita Jul 2019
He tore me apart
Took my heart
Went on a walk
Became casual over a talk
Life made us split
He broke my heart
Why did he do that?
Just made me slog
Missing love was a mistake
Bliss spils over the place
Each human seems hollow

Today or day after
Someone just ends a story
Someone keeps hoping to start a new one

It can just be terrible to walk into another untold verse. Hoping to stick just another broken word.
Life maybe cruel at times, yet sticking to it is what we should all do.

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