All the tears escaping,
The hideouts of my lashes,
Letting go and forsaking
Watching as it crashes.
None of this was planned...
Time was slipping out of my hands,
Just like some fistful of sand,
My luck was indeed damned!
They think i have the "potential"
The potential to achieve what they dream;
Of me, to be, turning it all to something crucial
Despite all the shouts and screams.
A thread around my neck,
Strangling me to death,
Invisible hence, unconvincing
Everyone believed i was a mess,
Not even tried to guess
All the ways i was struggling.
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Love and Positivity!🦋
~Devanshi🌈🌍
