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I told you right?
I told you right?
That love and support would make me alright.
Didn't even cared about the shedded blood,
Because all I ever wished was to be loved.
The bar of expectations was literal below the ground,
Until someone came and actually made me feel found.
Earlier, I used to get lost,
And kept waiting while getting covered in the frost.
Someone came and broke that shell,
And pulled me out of that bleak hell.
My soul was hurting,
From the cheerfulness this world was flaunting.
This was coming from someone,
Who has lived in darkness and got it's entire soul burned.
The bruises still hurt,
But somehow they seem to disappear when someone leans it's comfort.
Words won't be enough to talk about drastic change,
And an uncertain life arrangement,
The change, a single thing brought in my life,
When I was on the verge of tearing it apart with the knife.
I'll always be grateful to that someone who removed me from this phase of dark and blue,
Didn't really needed any therapy for that colorblindness because my cure has always been you.
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Pragati Attarkar
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