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Aug 18
it was meant to disappear ,
to make us see what is
actually meant for us.
comfort ,
support ,
shelter ,
hopes ,
grace ,
trust ,
rest ,
Or many ways of escape.


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Comfort :like hands held in silence, now pulled away.

Support : said I’ll be here forever,
but now is nowhere to be seen.

Shelter : not walls,
but arms that embraced once,
now lost the grip.

Hopes : the light that guided,
now fading away.

Grace : the peace within,
departed without informing.

Trust : the faith dissolved,
leaving the truth behind.

Rest : absence of pauses,
forced to find stillness.

Ways to escape : leaving only the one path we must walk.

rishita
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rishita  20/F/🙏
(20/F/🙏)   
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   Benzene
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