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origami my paper skin folds like origami to your touch like two paper boats in a storm it folds twists and breaks until it all washes away
sanity it is only after I was broken I realised how we take sanity for granted
memories how could I ever be lonely when the memories of you are always by my side
trust I learned about trust the hard way when I was little the only flowers I had known were the one with thorns the only rain I had known was the one in a storm I learned about trust the hard way
battle maybe this battle with just one soldier shall go down in history like the ones in Panipat or Bastille where she fought with herself with the strength of a thousand warriors
whole and we pack clothes, books and toothbrushes put all our lives in little boxes and move to another town and we divide our souls into little pieces to put it in little boxes and move to another world and we'll never be same never be whole
choice she woke up one morning wishing she didn’t have to choose which top to wear and how to walk on the road to her office with dozens of eyes that belonged to faces of strangers who didn’t know who she was what she has been through she woke up one morning wishing she didn’t have to choose how to live her life for the sake of everyone else.
pretending Look at us all pretending to be not broken not knowing we hold the parts to fix each other
vibe you say you like my vibe but I must warn you it looks good from a distance but sometimes these vibrations are a little too much sometimes these vibes are out of my control
