The rain pouring down,
Cutting like the knives,
The coldness is embracing me,
Leaving the warmth outside.
How long have I been here?
I've lost the track of time.
Now I stand in middle of this city,
With broken heart and tears in my eyes.
Not something I should be proud of,
But I'm still smiling and smiling,
No one can see I'm broken,
Guess that can be considered as my victory.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
