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Irritated

As much as I learn to be mindful,

I easily get irritated when they appear

I easily triggered for things they do. Be it good or bad

The thing is : this sensitivity has gone too far,

And this feeling is familiar

I have been there 


As long as I remember,

It takes a while

I tried my best to cope, shield, detach

I tried, while crying, collecting pieces of my heart

I tried my best to unlearn, rewrite, revival..

And I will do it all over again. 


And this time I am not alone

I have You

And faith in me 


I am welcoming 2025 with all my scars and also my love

Time will heals me. I hope it heals you too,

Goodluck.

🐳


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