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Diya soni Oct 2021
Dear diary
I think im a ghost
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Diya soni Oct 2021
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So much pain for someone so young
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Diya soni Oct 2021
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Who are we?
What we do with the time or what the time does to us?
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Diya soni Oct 2021
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She was a child that was forced to grow up
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Diya soni Oct 2021
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Years of love have been forgotten,
In the hatred of a minute
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Diya soni Oct 2021
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The girl who cheated death
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Diya soni Feb 2021
Until I knew I couldn't do poetry anymore..
Every bleeding was a beating metaphors
And every blessing was a pressed flower
Appearing from the midst of a bruised heart
Until I knew I couldn't do poetry anymore..
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