I let it all sink in, my heart,
Which holds infinite limit,
It all lies within the cracks of my being,
Far beyond from what your eyes can see.
My pain likes to pour into words on sheets,
For its nature is raw, unreal, unpolished and bleak.
Maybe Someday I would know the Unknown,
Some limits,
Some feelings
That My heart holds.
-ANUSHKA
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