Let me be this mess
Let me be this fuss
The idea of success in this world asphyxiates me
Let me be myself
Bit mad. Bit dumb.
Trudging day by day
Making up myself
To learn and unlearn
All the things I wish to be.
What's colors to children is what stories are to humans. Surrounded by the hills, huddling under the blanket of sparkling stars Humans...
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