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Mar 2016
The night goes by,
The clouds move on,
The rain falls down,
The ear phones remain in my ears,
My eyes remain open,
Trying to figure out why?
Why does life give us what we don't want?
Why don't we get what we want?
I move away from this topic,
Realizing just, not everything has an answer..
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Vid  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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   mickey finn
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