A thousand scars and you breathe
And you bleed.
And you breathe.
To take in the pain.
And you fall right back
On the same spot.
Several time and then
Once again.
And it all makes no sense
But you explain, to yourself
To the world, to the friend outside
And the stranger within.
Well, half empty or half full
You’ll always have the glass.
And I’ll always remind you
“This too shall pass”.
Pragya
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