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Dec 2017
Why do my dreams succumb to these redundant thoughts?

Leaving me in sempiternal dismay.

Although, the perks of being in my shoes are largely prominent,

I still find myself self loathing umpteen number of times.

I cannot be satiated with who I am and what I’ve become.

I beg you to find me a way out of this labyrinth of hatred.
Written by
Rachana  13/F
(13/F)   
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       Glassmuncher, Irving MacPherson, Word, nivek and Carina
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