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Jul 2020
I'm a old soul with many behives
Old soul for a reason, as I have seen many lives
I have starved for truth coaxed with lies
I drowned deep in ocean to not to thrive
That in the process I got to know what it seems to be alive
The process of diving into the things of seen strange to the world
Written by
Bhanu
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   Eshwara Prasad
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