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 Jun 2022
BeeVaishnavi
Everyone wants something,
I was one of them,
I was waiting for someone,
To take me home,
I was waiting for someone,
To hold my hand,
I wanted my shadow,
Surrounded by the others,
I wanted to know the ***** secrets,
I wanted a chance to feel their pain,
But certainly something things,
Aren't given to us,
In the end, my shadow ends up alone,
Scared, unnoticed, ignored.
And certainly, it's not the end though,
That shadow is becoming stronger,
As its wishes are dying.
𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 ,
𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒?
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𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛...
Might be relatable to every writers and poets I guess...
 Mar 2022
Cc
Maybe
I’m doing worse
Than I thought I was

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