Stuck between
Oversharers, Avoidants
Pink Glitters, Grey Matte
Takers, Givers
Burnt Summer, Cold Shivers
Balance is the Key
Wishing so, is that naive of me?
Hanging, like a locked Lock
Getting picked
Again and again
By the sides I choose
Not to belong to.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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