scraps of self

A series of notes, unfinished and fragmented. First drafts of poems, snippets of conversations overheard, notes to self. A testimony to the incomplete. The following is a peek into the inner-workings of my mind for the past year or so.              until next time,  

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alone, not lonely

how I learnt that singularity is far from the worst thing to ever happen to me.

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