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Diwa

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i ask her why she even stayed, when all he gave her were stabs and lacerations; some, festering and others, already healing; then, she tells me, she stayed because he was the only one who could cure those wounds, as well. a poignant situation. #wounds #lacerations #him #her #yqbaba

i ask her why she even stayed, when all he gave her were stabs and lacerations; some, festering and others, already healing; then, she tells me, she stayed because he was the only one who could cure those wounds, as well. a poignant situation. #wounds #lacerations #him #her #yqbaba

Ramona Singh

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When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations, I leave it all, And I ponder, Why, oh why, Do I grow fonder Of my solitude, And why, oh why, Do I meander, In spaces and voids, In places devoid Of human-ness? And I rest, In the sound of silence. Do you think, that I never try To decipher this mess? Are you never amazed How my thoughts turn into a maze? How I just sit In the sound of silence. My inner chaos, My painful loss, And my condition Is buried, never to be seen What does it all mean? I sit and ponder, Amidst my internal violence, Conflicting notions, Profound emotions, I sit and wonder At the sound of silence, A long, loud silence... The Sound of Silence When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations,

When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations, I leave it all, And I ponder, Why, oh why, Do I grow fonder Of my solitude, And why, oh why, Do I meander, In spaces and voids, In places devoid Of human-ness? And I rest, In the sound of silence. Do you think, that I never try To decipher this mess? Are you never amazed How my thoughts turn into a maze? How I just sit In the sound of silence. My inner chaos, My painful loss, And my condition Is buried, never to be seen What does it all mean? I sit and ponder, Amidst my internal violence, Conflicting notions, Profound emotions, I sit and wonder At the sound of silence, A long, loud silence... The Sound of Silence When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations,

Shubhi Mahajan

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She was small enough to know what is used, But She learnt what it meant to be abused. She was small enough to know about body and part, Unc

She was small enough to know what is used, But She learnt what it meant to be abused. She was small enough to know about body and part, Unc