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Moods

Little does the world know,

How fast the thoughts stream in her mind,

Like a timelapse of the stormy ocean,

With waves of anxious thoughts,

Rising with the last one.

She wishes to find a safe spot,

But how can one protect themselves,

As they destruct their own self from within,

Like an overexposed photograph of the sunset,

With raging light of the love she bleeds.

 
 
 

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Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it

 
 
 

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