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Apr 2015
Behind locked doors she sits in silence.
It is the silence she craves,
the silence that soothes her broken soul.

There are times she sits alone and cries
For the times she has been hurt, the mistakes she has made.
Behind locked doors she is a refugee in her own mind.
Mayank Ricky
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Mayank Ricky  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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