I like the dark.
It's a safe place to break.
Away from the prying eyes of light.
I can cry, I can drown myself in self pity
and curse the world for its injustices.
I can shatter into a million pieces and pull myself back.
And nobody can see.
Not even myself.
I like the dark.
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Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
