With each pillar following down,
She didn't know until when she could!
Only for a second, did it take for her to know
Even crumbled pieces make a good art!
She didn't ask for acceptance
She simply flipped herself to be someone she admired
Rather than,
Following the crowd or trying to fit in.
She accepted to move on alone
She was a warrior who was in dormant state of mind,
Well that's how a worrior would take step by step,
Until she learns to walk even after tumbling down.

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The spaces found between the words are just like you and me!
You know I confuse it with a backspace,
Trying to fit in words closeby as if the distance,
That one space of a distance bothers me like an aching tooth.
The backspace being used to write this is just like an eraser,
trying to erase it to the extent that the paper has torn marks!
These spaces don't hurt, they have created a voidness which no syllable or fillers can fill.
You would definitely try to use synonyms but,
Wait a while
You would realise synonyms don't have the same vibe.

These spaces between each word are like you and me,
Trying to figure out, if that space is all we ever wanted or is simply the voidness created in this while.
You don't seem to be the old withered lily I wish to preserve in the page which has my favourite scene, wordplay and obviously memories,
That I no longer feel like detaching.
This space between two words is just like you and me,
well spaced, balanced and untouched.

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It flows down like the very other days,
They said with time things will ease out
But naah it's one month already!
It's tough for me to even breathe things out
If without a fault I have to face consequences everytime
Why do I even exist!
It bothers others moreover it has started to bother me now
And I feel tired lil too lost
Or rather I am simply done.

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You know it's not the sunshine that gives me hope it's simply the concept of next day which hits me like "okay a new start!"
Ik it doesn't make much sense but lately barely anything is making sense
Yes, I have learnt to mask infront of my parents on calls
I havent quite often come out if my room
I don't like the mingle as I used to
It's not the same or maybe everyone is lost in the chaos.
But why is it me who seems to be so bothered!
Like okay I get it I have officially become an overthinker but fuck it!
Reality is weird and Ik I am even more weird.
It's just I ain't in a realm where I can decipher what my environment wants from me nor do Ik what I expect from here.
Is it that I have turned a blind eye to everything or is it that I lack the old charisma I possessed.
Whatever it is I just know I have burntout quite alot.
Although, I have a long journey to walk!

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It's not the heart that aches,
It's just that it makes
Things even more weird
I am tired of this campus
I am tired of the people
I wanted to use metaphors
But naah
It's just I am tired
I am tired already
I am just....
Ah nevermind
Ig I wouldn't want to share with anyone
Ig it's time for me to shut again!

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She moved her hands over the Lotus stem,
Gently gliding over the stem
Feeling inch by inch
Engraving with her
Tainted black nails
Over the marshmallowy stem!

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Let's engrave on each other
Where I'll let to take the lead
Until my mood permits
And then
Oh mine mine!
Might I spare you
Pushing against the wall,
Rolling up the butter paper
Crawling inch by inch
Licking all the butter
Until I mutter
Gosh! One more shade
Until it fades.

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All like a canvas!
Where I can paint all over your body
Hickeys and lovebites as it goes
Engraving all over your back, with a tint of mallow love.
All like a free air
Inhaling in and exhaling me out,
Like an electrifying lightening
Charging all over again and again
Until the sky turns pink for us!

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Babe may I kiss you,
While you hold me by my waist
And pull me closer,
Looking straight into my eyes
And move the other hand behind my neck!

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Something felt void from inside,
It definitely wasn't was I thought it would be
But
Everyday is more of a bed of thorns than rose petals!

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