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Here I am at breaking point
Every day is like survival; you’re my lover, not my rival
Even asking that means you’re thinking too small
We sang at the white house for all the presidents one time. But I don’t go near it now. Ain’t no more white house. It’s the orange house now
Mandate my ass
You’re dead and you don’t know
Too good to be true … too true to be considered good
I went from being in a position of privilege in India, growing up middle-class and upper-caste, to moving to London a decade ago and seeing myself as a minority for the first time
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
