Unleash

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Under the sheets of fear lied a resilient soul, tied up with other’s attributions on living,

Soul started questioning existence, hiding the nerve, it lost the credence in its unicorns.

When the truth is caught being buried too low, wretched scenarios destruct to construct reality’s realization,

Until the soul realizes the delight of being self, comes back to its senses and kicks other’s oriented flaws to hell.

There comes a re-birth with its beauty at best, taking over dubiety, one might wonder or grief around to the tragic lag.

Listen to this unguided, misunderstood and young, these souls aren’t meant to be tied up, for they don’t know the definitions of sag.

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Akshita Lomsh

Akshita Lomsh

Writer | Artist | Marketer

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