Writing is an escapade
From this world
Full of lies and fakers
Liars and haters
It gives a sense of sanity
When felt deep down
Its helps to survive
Atleast removes this frown
Even if for a few minutes
Or hours or seconds
Anything be it
A story, a chapter or maybe just a line
A poem or random thoughts
Just letting it all out
Those tears of joy
Those tears of hurt
My pillow's a witness
I've been thrown dirt
No,no , not dirt mud,
Dirt, words upon words
Well no one's my bud

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