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Apr 2016
A new world it seems,
away from where your daily life was
somewhere where nobody is yours, and only you
deadlines seem futile lest it bothers you
you learn to lead life. survival is learnt about
being yourself is meant the prime factor
you get no time to stop
all the time you get, lies in the resting period.
Buckle up . You got no one.
All you got to do is work willingly for your satisfaction for perfection
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Freewill426
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