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Scars
Voices rush towards me all at once,
Which I've been contemplating about since months.
It's the frozen heart of mine,
Which stops the other half of me from being kind.
Personality clashes at its peak,
There's no place left for being weak.
It's the constant self doubt wrapping around me,
I'm not good enough which even everyone else can see.
No blazing fire can melt this heart,
I was the reason for my own thwart.
I've really came a long way with no point of return,
Which is worth glorifying my burns.
For once, I wanna feel the way I used to do,
And wanna fancy my life without having to search for clues.
The way my personalities take drastic turns,
Tells that I'm a flower which gives scars in return
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Pragati Attarkar
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