Friday, December 28, 2018

Let me be this mess.

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. 

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