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Somedays

Feb 11, 2023
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By Tanishq Vasania


Somedays I am

all grown up and matured,

Somedays I am

an immature rebellious wild child.

Somedays I am content and at peace,

sometimes I am restless and confused.

Somedays I am calm and collected,

Other times I am a chaos and a mess.

Somedays are bright and sunny,

Some are dark and gloomy.



Most days I feel

I am a bit of all.

But every day I am myself, I am here,

Trying to be the most honest version of myself.


By Tanishq Vasania



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