The problem,
Isn't why
We walk away.
We're the kind,
Who'd run into an
Impasse,
Stay there,
Hoping it'd pass.
The problem,
Isn't why
We walk away.
The problem lies,
In why we want
To stay.
~Dishashree Swain✨🌝
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
