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May 2021
Skin shows and eye rolls
Paying heavy bills
And popping pills
Not seeking mayhem but peace.
We are the raging age,
Born into the the realm of cages
Racing on dopamine.

We are the blood moon
And the flaming sun
We bleed, we burn
To bury this war of guns.

Too much time we've spent
Playing with the dolls,
But now we understand
This game of hide and seek,
This world offers nothing
But imprisoning tricks,

Deceiving us to love
The ****** perfections
But no more we submit
To the normalized beauty bars
And hating ugly hours
If it is our war
Then it's time to shut the shaming door.

We love cult classics
And coming of age dramas
No more looking for clean slates
We've learnt to live with our traumas
And our ill written fates.

Broken bones, broken ribs, we don't care.
Breaking free, living dreams, we dare.

-pranj.
Pranjal Singh
Written by
Pranjal Singh  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
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