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In a cruel world 
such as this
we must find what
is sacred to us.
I choose literature,
poetry,music,
zoning out in my space.
I would choose the pain
all over again, even if it 
brings an inch closer to
my sense of self.
I want to get into the habit
of living, before acquiring
the habit of thinking.
I want to be fragmented
yet whole, imaginary yet
sure.
maybe, like the flicker of million
stardust of the constellation

smriti