Tune of the Earworm
Ink stains on my fingers, Disheveled hair, Scrunched eyes, Crushing fatigue. And then I look at you and calm sweeps over. Ah! giving...
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AISHWARYA JAYAL
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Welcome to a collection of thoughts, feelings and emotions: some destined to keep you up at night; some to befuddle you, but most, if internalized, to accept yourself, and by consequence: the truth of existence.
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