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Aug 2015
My past has seen lot of devils
That often rise
To pull me down
They hold me like invisible chains
Binding me, weighing me down
They come like ghosts
That rise from graves
The lost ones
That disappeared to never be found
And as much I try to push them back
They pull me deeper into the tunnels so black
And as much i try to resist and restrain
All my struggles go in vain
So here I am finally giving up
Sometimes lost in the dungeons of my past....
When the ghosts of your past come calling by, you either lose yourself or rise
Romali Arora
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Romali Arora  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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