Stolen Thoughts of Many Lies

There is nothing I would do to eradicate my anxiety
Only when the cold winds rise, shall my sprite rise
There is nothing I would do to make it all right
Only when we speak of togetherness we realize why we urge for lies
Somehow we find solitude, in bickering about ourselves
The more, the merrier we find
Where we make our souls whole and assume it is complete
But all we really do is cloak reality in disguise
– Nishtha Pandey
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