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I see my life as rusted metal
with lustre and brightness
and the slight dark of rust.
The shine and the glimmer
aged too early by showers
of fear and storms of anxiety.
I'm spotted with rust and mold
that shapes my skin and fuels
my insecurities to emptiness.
Little did I know that
I am my rust and mold
and without it, I am just metal ore.
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This is about how we all are so insecure about the shell we are born in, but our shells are what shapes us and what are we except our bodies and souls? so we should really appreciate ourselves more, so go, LOVE YOURSELF!
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VOTE, LIKE AND COMMENT! It really helps me feel motivated!
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Todays playlistttt :-
➸ Sycamore Tree- Ruth B.
➸ t-shirt- Gnash
➸ I don't belong in this club- Why Don't We & Macklemore
➸ Heavy snow- Christian French
These songs are my favourites, so if you're maybe feeling out of your mind and need a stable relatable tune to keep you going, you've got it.
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Go follow me on-
➺ @_frowny.face_ - Insta (art acc)
➺ @frowny face -Pinterest
➺ @asmibanerjee - apple music
➺ @asmi - spotify
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The echoes of a confused mind #WattpadIndiaAwards
PoetryI am surviving like a boat afloat without a sailor. I am not sinking anytime soon, but I am stuck. The waves of emotions are what inspire me to write poetry in my state of being stuck and this is a collection of my amateur works, so enjoy! This boo...
