Atrawpoet

[Atrawpoet @atrawpoet]

@INCIndia Like literally Americans think of Indian as thief and stealing and stuff like that . When we are literally the 4th largest economy and soon going to be 3rd and think of how much trauma and fear it would have caused him . A student must be respected

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@TrumpUpdateHQ The figures listed are projections made by Goldman Sachs in their long-term economic outlook report titled “The Path to 2075”, published in 2022. These are not current GDP values, but forecasts of what the global economy might look like in 2075

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@Hangu_warrior @TrumpUpdateHQ Keep dreaming bro

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@Hangu_warrior @TrumpUpdateHQ Never ever

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@yankee825187833 U just get the feelll u can feel emotions

[Atrawpoet @atrawpoet]

I never wanted to hurt you.
Not in a million lifetimes, not in any world.
But sometimes, I was too good—
too good at hiding how much I loved you,
too good at pretending I didn’t care,
when all I ever wanted was to make you feel like the one.

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And I know you’re hurting.
I see it in the quiet spaces between our words.
But I want you to know, even now,
I would run back to you—
run back, no questions, no hesitations.
I would leave everything behind—
my pride, my fear, my silence—
just to be there for you,
just to hold you

[Atrawpoet @atrawpoet]

If life ever gets too heavy for me,
and you reach for me,
I’ll be there.
I’ll be there because there’s no one else
I’d drop everything for—
no one else I would still choose,
even when the world feels cold.
You are that one,
The one I’d leave it all for.

[Atrawpoet @atrawpoet]

She gives love like it’s endless,
But still feels invisible.
They say, “Stop overthinking,”
But can’t hear her silence.

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He laughed like her father.
Called himself a man.
Left the same scars.

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She smiles every day.
But if they knew the cost?

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They call themselves men, but don’t understand,
The weight of a heart broken by hands.
The laughs they give sound just like her dad’s,
Echoes of betrayal in the love she once had.
Trying to find herself in places unseen.
She’s learning to hide, she’s learning to fight,