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 Mar 2018 Er Sougat Dasgupta
jer
When he walked in a room
He made the walls
Come falling
Down
unspoken words,
years of silence

it is time
to spread my wings

to embrace;

i am transgender
 Mar 2018 Er Sougat Dasgupta
Dev
Self deprecation:

the act of reprimanding oneself by
belittling, undervaluing, or
disparaging oneself,
or being excessively modest.

It can be used in humour and tension release.


It's a breath of fresh air to see someone whose ego isn't the size of a hot air balloon

But maybe you shouldn't put yourself down so much

Oh god, not this again

It's not really funny anymore, it's just a bit sad

Are you okay? That was a little dark

Forgive me, I didn't realise you were allowed to express your emotions to me and not the other way around

God you really ******* it this time


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What is love?
I heard love is affection is for a person
Or care for friends and family.
I dreamt of love,
Not the family kind,
nor friendly kind.
But a personal one,
A fateful one.
I dreamed of finding The One.
Possibly my love only belongs to God.
But I believe it's good to share love,
I want my lover to have love for God,
To make me laugh n' cry.
To make me feel comforted and at home.
So ask yourself this,
What is love?
Please note that I haven't take college yet so yeah that's all I want to say!
i used to be scared
afraid of the dark
fearful of the emptiness
but there came a time
when only the stars
were present
and without knowing
i have grown to love
the stars in the night sky
that i forgot i hated
being awake in the dark
Pray for my well being
Let me be free
Escape my mind
Answer the questions I can't ask
Stop and breathe when I can't catch my breath
Ease my body

Please.
And then bang.
The feelings flood my body like an uninvited tsunami
Wiped out with giant waves of butterflies
Taken out, without warning
Adrenaline spills through me, diluting rational calm and oxygen
Uncontrolled, uninvited
But more welcome than the night coming over with piano music and wine
More welcome than the late afternoon sun seeping through canopies on forest walks
This disaster is delicious
I’m addicted to the trauma
I can’t out run it
I don’t want to beat it
I surrender to the inevitable
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