Cold breeze
From anxiety, depression to panic attacks
I am growing
growing with flaws and imperfections
from explaining to listening, I have grown up
From Being over-sensitive to caring less
I rewrote myself
Getting comfortable with flaws, scars and mismatched complexion of mine to this world
I ask my inner self!
am I still suffering?
do I still need a good friend?
is this still happening in my soul, mind, heart to my nerves
Let me get relaxed with my sensitivity and overthinking
give me a little box of happiness
surprise me with a freedom of speech
let my broken personality grow again
Tell me, you are here, hearing my crazy complaints
Tell me, you want us to eat ice cream in the cold breeze
and a beautiful walk with an evening
Ask me, why I am laughing loud with cheerless eyes?
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