Maybe silence has tattooed my lips recently that they sore whenever I speak.
Its somewhere between "they won't understand me either ways" and "why would I even bother explaining"
I still remember late nights of summer 2013, I played music until sunrise then
Went to bed choosing acoustic guitar songs as my lullaby when It was such a highlight peering in the mirror and actually genuinely admiring myself, when I felt grateful for all the goods in my life; don't get me wrong I still am grateful but in a flipped concept. I'm grateful for all the brokenness and hurt that transformed me lately .
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
कविता#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
