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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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