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I feel choked, breathless

and numb sometimes.

I try to make things up,

like it was always meant to be mine.

I stumble every time,

trying to pick me up

for climbing higher and high,

making myself worthless,

isn’t my shortcoming every time?

I fear to sacrifice people,

while I try.

With every drop of the downfall

with everything, unjustified.

I ain’t meaningless,

nor does my sentiment my heart declines,

I’m flame in your ocean,

unbelievably delightful but mythical at times.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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