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Layover

Aug 31, 2023
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Updated: Jul 30, 2025

By Manogna Boppudi


I tried and tried until I couldn’t…

Memories flashing right in front of me…

I sit here numb watching them…

All those papers in the jar…

Flying through the broken shards…

I sit here holding my breath…


Every piece reflecting my face…

Every broken part showing me a story…

I sit here with wounds piercing deeper…

Picking up the stories…

Regaining my consciousness…

I realized the need to sit!


By Manogna Boppudi



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