all she heard
was a cacophony
of meaningless thoughts
and emotionless words.
all she felt
was a brutal agony
laced with acrid tears
isolated with haunting fears.
all she saw
were ghosts of her insanity
in broken mirrors
and lakes of terror.
slowly,
she lost herself
along the way.
slowly,
she lost herself
in those rainy days.
slowly,
she lost herself
in an alcoholic haze.
-Ishita Gupta
So nice!
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Glad you think so!🌺🌺❤
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And your words have cast its spell once again.🙂 Well penned🙂
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Thank you so much❤
I’m humbled by your praise🌹🌹❤
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🙂 Keep writing
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🌺🌸❤
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Wow Ishita that poem was flawless!! And the ending was just so good!! I am just speechless🖤
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Thanks a lot Tanvi! You flatter me🌹🌹💟
xoxoxoxoxoxo
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Sigh. So sad, beautiful and well put!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you so much🌹❤ I’m so glad you liked it🌸
Love and hugs❤❤🌹
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My pleasure! And Love and hugs right back to You! 🤗💕😊
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❤❤🌸
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Fantastic. Felt every word of it. You have a magic in your writings.
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“You have a magic in your writings.”
Oh my god! Thank you from the bottom of my heart❤ This means a lot🌸💕
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This is so sad, hoping she will find herself soon
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Yes, hope everyone finds themselves soon enough…..🍁
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