Ananya
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nightmaresA Poem by AnanyaMy eyes are tired I wish to close them And sleep But there are things Etched inside my eyelids Which move the minute I close eyes I watch th.. |
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NoA Poem by AnanyaI can't , I won't and I should not Beg for the things I don't deserve I hope to learn my lessons well I hope to make my nouns, verbs. I have j.. |
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trashA Story by AnanyaIt lay in a corner. I examined it carefully. It was twisted, broken, chipped yet it somehow felt good to hold. I washed it up and dried it. It gleamed.. |
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I am nothing to youA Poem by AnanyaI am nothing to you You did not give birth to me Your blood is not flowing in my body I don't have your nose or eyes or hair I am nothing to y.. |
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forgotten thingsA Poem by AnanyaLife goes on and we leave behind things that we once held dear.... |
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I am not the roseA Poem by AnanyaI am just thorns growing on branches |
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pieces of meA Poem by AnanyaSometimes you break like a glass vase |
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