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  • Superfluous

    Superfluous

    She always used to think She’ll leave if she ever felt unwanted. But when she did She couldn’t let go of those people. She suffered alone. Blamed herself, was shunned She felt despised  It felt like she didn’t belong there Sensed undesirability, She saw the whole thing crumble at her feet And the thought that… Read more


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  • Last 7 Minutes OF My Life

    Last 7 Minutes OF My Life

    I wrote the title first, I liked it Thought i would have something to write for it.  Memories that i would revisit I kept thinking, I’m still thinking actually  Nothing comes to mind Have I lived a life not worth remembering. I should ask my friends, Maybe they will know something But what would they… Read more


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  • Of all the Places I’ve Cried

    Of all the Places I’ve Cried

    On the prayer mat  Sitting on the floor  Trying not to remember  Asking God cause no human understands . In the airplane  On my way back  Scared of something terrible happening  Unable to think I won’t be able to see her …. In classroom during the lecture  Trying to call home  No one’s answering  It’s… Read more


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  • Asking God for Rain

    Asking God for Rain

    Ammi, this grief is burning me alive, I have tried running from it, but it won’t leave me alone, so I pray to God for rain to free myself from it. Ammi, it was your birthday last month, I tried finding all your birthday pictures from last years, there weren’t many, but I remember we… Read more


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  • Remembrance

    Remembrance

    I’m losing her voice Can’t remember what she sounded like I guess that’s the first thing you loose After loosing someone I don’t have her voice notes She always called, Everyday Now days pass by But my phone doesn’t ring I try to remember when I talked to her the last time But keep getting… Read more


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  • The Blog I Almost Never Started

    The Blog I Almost Never Started

    This website almost didn’t exist. Not because I didn’t want to write, but because I spent years believing I wasn’t the kind of person who should. I used to write poetry. It wasn’t perfect, and I never expected anyone else to read it. It was simply my way of understanding myself. Then life became busy.… Read more


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