Warning :

This blog has inside jokes, crazy facts, and irrelevant excuses for missing my school. You might come across unfinished stories and I swear I am working on their second parts. You'll probably read random poems that I write in math, bm and biology.
To read any further, kindly brace yourself.
-Aarshita Verma.

Tuesday

Withering labels.

Dreams. 
They're so vague.
Life.
It's a massive cage.
love.
It's full of rage.
You.
I'm so unsure,
Insecure.
The world.
It's so obscure.
I'm afraid,
Of you.
Truth?
A camouflage!
Greed.
That's all you have. 
Joy.
Savor that.
Sorrow.
Cliched much?
Beauty.
Valued zilch.
Imagine.
Young and free!
Me?
I'm a mystery. 








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