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Jun 2020
the past,
a whirlwind of perspectives
coalesce into a tale
some hidden
some warped
some unknown.
so multifacted, akin to history.
i wonder
will i ever know all the sides there are to me?
or shall parts of me too
remain in the dust of what's beyond reach.
an untold, undiscovered self.
Like how history has a dominant perspective to an event i wonder what is my side that most people perceive.
And another fear of my list of many fears is of course the fear of not knowing myself.
Written by
nishta  17/F/india
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