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Jun 2020
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE OKAY WITHOUT PRETENDING
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE HAPPY WITHOUT DEPENDING
NO,ITS NOT LIKE I AM ALONE
ITS ALL ABOUT THIS STUPID THING IN MY RIBCAGE WHICH IS PURELY TORN
NOT INTO PIECES BUT ITS SHATTERED
CAUSE LATELY I DIDN’T KNOW THAT NOT EVERYBODY MATTERED
I AM AWARE THAT PEOPLE DON’T STAY
BUT WHAT ABOUT THESE MEMORIES WHICH DON’T GO AWAY
THOSE MILLIONS OF DROPS WHICH FRICKLE UPON  MY CHEEK SAY YOUR NAME
OF THE ONE WHO DID WRONG AND FINGERED  ME AT BLAME
I WAIT FOR THE DAY MY CARS PLAYLIST STOPS REMINDING ME OF YOU
THE DAY WHEN THESE STRUCK THOUGHTS “HOW TO ESCAPE?” FIND A CLUE
THESE DROPS ON MY CHEEK WON’T DRY SO SOON
UNTIL THAT DAY I AM HAPPY THAT ATLEAST WE STARE AT THE SAME MOON
Written by
Manvi Arora  15/F/delhi, india
(15/F/delhi, india)   
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