By Parth Shindhe
Losing something cherished that wasn't ever mine is a war won without a soul lost.
I just smile in disguise knowing there's nothing more to lose.
Searching for the nerve that wasn't even meant to pain was a drill to overcome my grief.
Living in my dual persona was a poison that kept me alive in the ambience of this fake
modern aesthetics.
By Parth Shindhe
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