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White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White She! not Me I'm afraid— that look, the way you look at her as if your entire universe indwells in her; as if she is the last drop of water in the desert that resides inside your ribcage; as if she is the only ray that can illuminate pitch black corners of your mind. And I– I'm an endless abyss, not the one to be admired, not the one to be desired. I'm a dark shadow, taking refuge in the corners of your mind, of your heart. And I'm afraid that if she shines too brightly my existence might cease within you. ©indefinite_mirage she #Sad_Status Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White Some tell it, some don't. It's as simple as that. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Ganesh_chaturthi Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White sangharsh Bhari Jindgi..... Ek chiriya thi pyari si wo apna bhojan karke ghosley mai ja rhi thi... lekin bechari ka payr fass gya or aisa huaa ki tut gya or wo niche girr gyi or ek billi aake kha gyi 😢 ©Sneha rajput kahani

White sangharsh Bhari Jindgi..... Ek chiriya thi pyari si wo apna bhojan karke ghosley mai ja rhi thi... lekin bechari ka payr fass gya or aisa huaa ki tut gya or wo niche girr gyi or ek billi aake kha gyi 😢 ©Sneha rajput kahani

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White When you meet a swordsman, draw your sword. Do not recite poetry to one who's not a poet. ©indefinite_mirage yep #sad_shayari Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

White When you meet a swordsman, draw your sword. Do not recite poetry to one who's not a poet. ©indefinite_mirage yep #sad_shayari Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

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White Open hairs turned into tied ones Aims turned into promises and responsibilities Dressing up to look good turned into dressing up to feel comfortable Studying for marks turned into studying for leave those toxic mentality of poeple and city Revenge turned into forgiveness And expectations turned into acceptence Love turned into trust and respect ©indefinite_mirage poem #CAT Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash

White Open hairs turned into tied ones Aims turned into promises and responsibilities Dressing up to look good turned into dressing up to feel comfortable Studying for marks turned into studying for leave those toxic mentality of poeple and city Revenge turned into forgiveness And expectations turned into acceptence Love turned into trust and respect ©indefinite_mirage poem #CAT Bhagyashree Jena Dristi Dash