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Apr 2018
If I could
I would swallow the tears of your past
Till they cease to stain your cheeks
The bitter taste won't hurt me as much
As seeing your swollen eyes
with hollows beneath
I would harness the heat of a million suns
And try to melt the frost
in which you're submerged neck deep
The fire won't burn me as much
As the ice that resists to be thawed
And the numbness that has besieged you
Refusing to recede
I would wear the darkness
as my favorite jeans
if it refuses to abound your world wherever you see
Won't worry if it makes me look like a creep
If only you believe
that theres hope ahead
Life isn't as bleak as it appears to be
I can do more
If only you speak
Won't care if it hurts me
All I care for is
Will it be enough for you
Will you become how you used to be
Praggya Joshi
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Praggya Joshi  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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