[12/12, 3:18 p.m.] Indhu:): I often sit at the corners
Of life, and gaze at lovers
Leaning on each other
On father's doting on daughters
On happiness passing me over

I often find myself swarmed
[12/12, 3:20 p.m.] Indhu:): In desire, by loneliness warped
Teetering at the edge of loneliness
All, while praying for deadening numbness

I often ... lose myself
Amidst all this
I often....don't know
Where I am
Why I am
I...

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