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May 2015
I'm drifting.
Detached from this world I'm supposed to live in.

I'm drifting.
Not quite touching.
Not quite flying.
Just living in between.
Drifting on the precipice of sanity and madness' calling.
Written by
   Haritha Seby and Miriam
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