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Are these expectations slaughtering me?

Am I the one who cared about people ,

As they are my fantasy?

They make me believe I ain’t good enough,

I sense I’m deserted from them, like a sea.

Deep brine colour incredible allure,

I leap in it as I find it enchants me,

when I see it from the window of my car.

I’m the sunshine who wants the sky and its rainbow,

Even when I’m the creator I don’t want to let go.

Of beloved kin, I’m a soul unloved by many,

And the one who loves being bounded by my likelihood,

Intents are my failure as it’s a myth, they don’t follow.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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