Title: The Paradox Of Emptiness
In the depths of my soul,
perhaps, therein lies a hidden beauty,
waiting to be unleashed, unraveled and unveiled,
by the affection and love I have buried within me.
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Title: The Paradox Of Emptiness
In the depths of my soul,
perhaps, therein lies a hidden beauty,
waiting to be unleashed, unraveled and unveiled,
by the affection and love I have buried within me.
Let me paint my past myself,
then decide whether you will leave or stay,
for the duality I hold will only burden you,
because I won’t be taking my mask off today.
No, this visard of my solitudes and sorrows shall remain etched upon my woeful face,
because I have been judged, misjudged and misunderstood by those who do not know,
that the wallflower I am lacks altruism and grace,
it encompasses self-destruction and soul-demolition, an ongoing flow.
So force me not to abolish this masquerade I keep up so persistently,
for I simply wish to drown in this melancholic abyss finally.
Written by: Manal Sarwar
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