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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