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Poetry

A jar of toxic goodbyes

I’ll tell you what —

If you could take all your difficult relationships,
grind them in your roommate’s KitchenAid blender
and scoop them in your least favorite jar.

I bet you’d still come back for a spoonful,
some distaste.
Until the jar falls and breaks
and you smell the aromatic mess
of bad choices —
Every sip; a revelation.

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by mahawaseem

I write with one main goal in mind: “May these words be the first to find you ease”

I grew up in Pakistan, eventually moved to Turkey, and am now studying in the United States. I'm an avid traveler and psychologist in the making - my aim is to meld psychology with art - while thriving on chocolate cake!


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