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My Story

I see those questions in your eyes
And I see that my silences
And where they come from
Surprises you.

I can feel you peeking hard
Into closed alleyways and corridors
Of my silent gentle life
And I see you.

It's my story
And I hold it dear.
It is full of longing
Full of silent tears.

It's not a story that I wish to share
For it's my life,
And as it unfolds
One chapter at a time
You will know of it
If you are in there.

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  1. A poem with so much meaning... :-)

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  2. A poem with so much meaning... :-)

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  3. Isn't this the most wonderful part of us humans.. somewhere we're all so different, yet all these different stories dispersed across this world share somethings similar. may be thats how we were meant to connect.. meant to evolve..

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