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Mar 2016
There is no meaning
Spare the language
Books and notes
Don'tΒ Β matter anymore
No reason why
We do what we do
Nothing to fight for...
They decide who we are
Who we ought to be
While they smirk
We forget smiles
A hollow mind
A hollow soul
A hole drilled through the heart
God-sent
...
We are left sprinting
weekend to weekend
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
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