i don't know why we all hang onto something we know we are better off without.
the constellations following us,
whispering to let go of what holds
us back — of forehead kisses, hiding
tears and prolonged hesitancy. the
universe's path of goodbye.
— but then again, we'd rather hold on to the dark and bitter than have nothing to be reminded of. THE DEVIL NEVER SEEMED SO HOLY.
— anwesha s.
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