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I was okay living in a deluding reality, writing

I was okay living in a deluding reality, writing poems and stories of a lost love. Venting out on paper the words of sadness and hurt. Swimming in an ocean of sorrow, not wanting to be saved. The broken pieces of me had learnt to live in its tethered form and tried to be happy in its shattered self. (Continued in caption) I was 'okay' living in a deluding reality, writing poems and stories of a 'lost love' Venting out on paper the words of sadness and hurt. Swimming in an ocean of sorrow, not wanting to be saved. The 'broken pieces' of 'me' had learnt to live in its 'tethered' form and tried to be 'happy' in its 'shattered' self. And then I saw 'you' make way into my life. Who gave me a loving hand and pulled me out. Showed me that 'love' still exists within me to share. You walked by my side as a knight guardi
I was okay living in a deluding reality, writing poems and stories of a lost love. Venting out on paper the words of sadness and hurt. Swimming in an ocean of sorrow, not wanting to be saved. The broken pieces of me had learnt to live in its tethered form and tried to be happy in its shattered self. (Continued in caption) I was 'okay' living in a deluding reality, writing poems and stories of a 'lost love' Venting out on paper the words of sadness and hurt. Swimming in an ocean of sorrow, not wanting to be saved. The 'broken pieces' of 'me' had learnt to live in its 'tethered' form and tried to be 'happy' in its 'shattered' self. And then I saw 'you' make way into my life. Who gave me a loving hand and pulled me out. Showed me that 'love' still exists within me to share. You walked by my side as a knight guardi
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