The vagabonds.

The vagabonds.
By Bhumika Ahuja.

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Here’s to the mess ups,

The ones with the smudged mascara.

The ones with ripped jeans that shows their bruised kneecaps.

The ones with scarred hearts and fake smiles.

The ones who prefer walking alone into oblivion over crowded streets.

The one who prefer darkness over the light.

To the vagabonds.

The ones who’d rather ride in the backseat of a truck than drive in a limo.

The ones who feel they’re home when they hit the road,

Here’s to the tattered notebooks of human beings that have no title, but a story.

To the wanderers. The dreamers. The lovers.

You’re the best thing that has happened to this world.

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