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Obsessed with the bizarre

This soul was pure from the beginning.

Why wouldn’t I be obsessed with myself?

When the oceans were that deep

when your eyes haven’t seen what love can feel to a human being.

I was real and bizarre at the same time.

Why wouldn’t I be obsessed when I am one of a kind?

These hazel eyes you see have sobbed and screamed at nights

when everyone was slumbering.

Wiping them off, stood up again and started running.

I was a warrior from the day I was born,

why wouldn’t I be in love with myself with all that I’ve got?

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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