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Mar 2016
I am looking my name,
it was carved in the stone.  
Pines silhouettes dancing
in the dinky churchyard.
My life has abandoned me.
Now i am fragile!!
Now I stop fighting with my inner thoughts.  I am going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask me what am i  doing, you can say, i am remembering. That's where i'll win out in the long run. And someday i'll remember so much that i'll build the biggest ******* steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.
Haddy
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Haddy  30/F/India, Kerala
(30/F/India, Kerala)   
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