Here we go,
Not looking for one but two,
Ways to feel better about ourselves,
The world broke us in million pieces,
But it wasn’t our fault, like always.
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How am I awake again,
Trying to feel whole again,
I wasted broad daylight,
Now I count on the light,
Of this half moon,
I hope I get the answers soon.
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I’m tired of digging deep,
When the water pours in,
I can’t leave,
I’m tired of this hollowing,
Concentric circles shut me in like walls,
I have more questions than before,
Is that changing?
-Aarushi
Three similar pieces written in the last three months.
of pen & paints 