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With the demons

You have to be kind to me, to stay in the world,

as these ashes they gifted me are now visible.

I am ruined by the hatred, all these blotches they say are of love,

hurting me as there is nothing to be forgiven.

Tears dropping from my eyes are now faded away,

their hands are like handcuffs from past days.

They smiled at me, I melted down,

that’s what I believe is a kind heart.

When you love, love and love, with the whole of yourself,

giving sword in their hands, to cut yourself.

I don’t feel that soft anymore,

like the petal of my rose.

I am more of a thorn, will pinch when held tightly.

I was extremely kind to everybody,

they took that kindness away,

Now here I am with the demons, making my way.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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