Stitches and Tears
- Mar 28, 2022
- 1 min read

How often is it that, we all show there's nothing at all? But deep within,there's this guilt Something in the vains, running slow Our little actions speak more than what they should How often do they realise? How often do they be our friends, to know and understand everything? We deal with it on our own, we break down , come up and put ourselves together,to pretend, how authentic and real is our existence. The facade we put on... It is true,not that it's not. But how true is it? How often is everything true?
-Shraddha Menon

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