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Chaos by Arunima Gururani


Sometimes I feel trapped

Like unsaid thoughts

Chained to a body,

Emotions that are meant to be screamed

Are muffled and choked

Under a thick blanket of society…

I feel the world crumble

Into pieces that don’t fit

And I feel myself become voiceless

With every voice I hear and assist…

I want to take my feelings

And label them one by one

Putting them in boxes

So that I know where each one is

But I also hate to conform

To tags put on me –

I tear them away

Mix them all together

And see how beautiful chaos can be…

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