No more neurons
are needed
to illuminate my brain.
No more dopamine
is needed
to cheer my heart.
I need a poison
named "you"
to pour into my veins
to feel life.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
Holi, the Indian "Festival of Colors," is far more than a vibrant spectacle of pigment and water. While it marks the arrival of...
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