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Mar 2017
Sometimes.
It all comes as you know it all
Meantimes
It all goes as you are all blind
If not smile what else to do
High standards or
Despair of sight
Nothing will fix
All by itself
I mean
I keep falling, hence
I wish this is to be an abyss
Or your love

shanikayrs
shanika yrs
Written by
shanika yrs  Colombo
(Colombo)   
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