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simran Jul 2015
we are sad.
we are happy.
we can be mad.
we can be insane.
but we are human.
simran Jul 2015
She sat there grimacing,
with paintings on her arms.
a plaster sitting on her face
words unsaid.
And a story written on the walls
filled with pain and disgrace.

The night changes and confides.
the world ignores,
turning away every eye.
Loneliness screams and
echoes within .
This feels like a punishment
for an undone sin.
simran Jul 2015
Nostalgia; it’s called.
Nostalgia; written on ancient story walls.
Nostalgia; a happy sadness.
Nostalgia; a human madness.
Nostalgia; an affection for the past.
Nostalgia; divine or bitter while it lasts.

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