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Apr 2015
The world, as they say came to an end,
A figure stood alone at the edge,
Contemplated over crossing a point,
A point of no return but a way in sight,
To run away far and live beyond,
Or to stand ground and put up a fight.
                                    - *The ******
Written by
The Retard  India
(India)   
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