Crammed in jars of jam I once relished,

Tucked inside old classics I devoured,

Hot-glued to the scraps I called art,

Hidden behind the brochures of dreams,

I was once someone who had it all figured out

Only to realize the beauty in breaking and

starting all over again!

Sonal Vij

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