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Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

Kanika Chugh

I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.
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Feed Mind Myself Scroll Yourself
Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.
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Appreciate Beautiful Beauty Poetry Raw Strip Thick Word
I had been dead inside for so long that now I want to ‘freaking’ live.
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Death Life Live
You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?
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Blow Candle Purpose Serve Wish Yourself
Anyone who makes you feel inferior can never be a strong person no matter how much they pretend to be one.
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Feel Inferior Pretend Strong Yourself
A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.
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Broken Heart Healing Isolate Mend
You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.
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Body Fool Force Loss Lost Love Prayer Relationship Soul Yourself
The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.
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Better Listener Myself Out Pain Scream
Words come and flow with me instantaneously. Perhaps, those were abandoned too by someone.
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Abandonment Instant Word
The idea of shooting stars never fascinated me. I couldn’t understand why would anyone want to break others for their wishes to come true.
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Break Fascinate Idea Star True Wish World
Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.
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cheeks Dry Fast Heart Lips Pores Sweat
There are so many extraordinary things done in an ordinary day that goes unnoticed.
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Extraordinary Notice Ordinary
It’s not the pain that bothers. But the fear of being in the same pain forever.
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Bother Fear Forever Hurt Pain
I stare at the moon for that undying confidence to shine alone.
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Alone Confidence Death Moon Myself Shine Stare Strength
Lot of things to be done today but lets start with being grateful first.
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Grateful Today
Stardust collected was found in the crumpled pages of my books, for I travelled in all the realms through them.
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Book Crumble Myself Page Realm Stardust Travel

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