Pain and hardships are the real teachers of life


Hyderabad: 20 November 2021: I'll continue to make art out of every pain and resentment until my skin is sick of bleeding out words. Until my lips are dry from every withered letter that I write. Until my heart is tired of justifying somebody else's wrong actions. Until my brain is fed up on telling my heart to shut up. I'll continue to write until my soul drowns with words.
I'll turn this pain into poems until this pain gets sick of getting called out through verses and metaphors. Until this resentment reaches the pinnacle of hatred and decides to forgive. Until my skin has bled enough words and created enough wounds to start healing. I'll continue to write until I can't— until I don't need to."

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