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Sometimes I have nothing to sayBecause I am too empty. AndSometimes I have nothing to sayBecause I am too full.***These words that I put here, invite you to revel in the silence of the night with glimpses of ourselves in the form of love, loss, and longings, and the rest that is just a blur, intertwined with the impressions of everything that has been beautiful but also annihilating. This collection is just an expression of our lives, passing with us, through us, and often without us. This is an acknowledgment of all the nights when we don’t drown our inchoate emotions in the stampede of rationalism or sanity. We’re always in a flux of sentiments - either chasing them, reeling from them, hiding from them, or just trying to hold onto them. These poems are here to whisper softly that you’re not alone.