Feed me lies laced in
False hopes.
Keep me alive this way
Tell me broken mirrors
Can be fixed
With no trace of cut glass.
Make a house in the sky.
We’ll never get there
But it’ll be good to know
That we had a choice.
And let’s just walk
On a dingy dim lit road
Holding hands and living lies
Like lives of millions depended on it
Tonight.
Then maybe, just maybe
We’ll turn it to a murky truth
And we’ll find a way
Through this labyrinth
We call life.
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Surabhi Pandey
A journalist by training, Surabhi is a writer and content consultant currently based in Singapore. She has over seven years of experience in journalistic and business writing, qualitative research, proofreading, copyediting and SEO. Working in different capacities as a freelancer, she produces both print and digital content and leads campaigns for a wide range of brands and organisations – covering topics ranging from technology to education and travel to lifestyle with a keen focus on the APAC region.
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