To my dearest self…now woken up to Reality Ever took the time to feel that brief warmth of a tear forming? It wells up enough to flow down the skin of your face,Fading unapologetically into the cold storms of time,Ever so unapologetically rendering the heat of the moment less than meaningful,All without a trace. I… Read More Poetry: To My Dearest Self by Shivansh Trivedi
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They yanked at my curly hair and made fun of my eyes. And with every tear that fell off my face, the world felt less like mine.