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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.

When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.

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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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