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“I remember being a young girl with no experience of romantic or carnal love and yet be so full of musing that u found art in the stress of homework, summer farewell to my cousins, my mother’s harsh words and little girls’ gossip. Now at the ripe age of 22 and a bit of bittersweet taste of different kinds of love, I find myself empty. I sit down to make a muse out of my misery but there is no song anymore when the birds sing, there are no colours in this spring. This year butterflies do not have rainbow wings or maybe I’ve gone deaf and blind because I don’t feel anything. I sit alone, I make tea for myself, I have thoughts of dying that I don’t tell because there’s no one, there’s no one to love me.”

Akshita Singh (pages of her journal)

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“What grief did my mother crave, to have given birth to me?”

- Akshita Singh

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I felt it when Akshita said “Nobody understands, that's the thing, nobody understands even when they think they do, They don't.”

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when fleabag said, "with all the love i have for her. i don't know where to put it now." and when mitski sang, "i don't know what to do without you / i don't know where to put my hands" and when akshita wrote, “I only know how to exist when I’m wanted” and when emily dickinson once wrote, "we outgrow love, like other things / and put it in the drawer -"

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You think love is internal, pious and pure,

You think it’s the moon and the lake on a cloudless fortnight at the shore,

You think its all the words to your song,

Dear lover, your metaphor’s wrong,

Love is not Romeo’s dagger and Juliette’s kiss,

Love is not always beautifully fit,

Let me tell you what it is,

It’s a hook sharped till sparkled and the eye of a fish.

- Akshita Singh

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I felt it when Akshita said

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I’m hurt by everything in the world but what you left me with is the worst type of it. I walk through the world with a hole in my soul that only you filled, that I only allowed YOU to fill.

- Akshita Singh

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“ How could I look at you and now fall in love? You look exactly like the knife i will die upon”

- Akshita Singh

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“Medusa”

I was calm as a sea, I was sweet as a dream,

I prayed to the gods who cannot be seen,

But the gods didn’t descend,

And the pity didnt fend,

I screamed and screamed,

But he used my “beautiful hair” to tie the hands,

So I turned into a tsunami,

Into Every philocalist’s nightmare,

“You would become the wretchedest of woman”

Said the Gods

And I replied with with stones in my eyes

“Let it be then”

So what you see right now, is what you made me,

I was soft once, but you ate me.

-Akshita Singh

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“Medusa”

I was calm as a sea,

I was sweet as a dream,

I prayed to the gods who cannot be seen,

But the gods didn’t descend,

And the pity didnt fend,

I screamed and screamed,

But he used my “beautiful hair” to tie the hands,

So I turned into a tsunami,

Into Every philocalist’s nightmare,

“You would become the wretchedest of woman”

Said the Gods

And I replied with with stones in my eyes

“Let it be then”

So what you see right now,

Is what you made me,

I was soft once

But you ate me.

-Akshita Singh

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Writing poetry and publishing books with no readers because one day I will die and some hyperaware teenager with a nick for romanticising sadness will find my words and make an aesthetic out of it.

- Akshita Singh

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“So let me braid all my mother’s sorrow and tie it with my father’s rage” I need a strong rope to hang myself with.

—Akshita Singh

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Just make sure that move you made was worth ruining any good memories that were left.

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“If hair could speak, mine would have the most saddest of stories”

-Akshita Singh

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Trouble is, I am the most absurd amalgamation of feminine love and feminine rage.

-Akshita Singh