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Jan 2018
It was blur and I was over
My breath tightened
My speed became slower
And I knew it was coming closer

Trouble was its name
Following me was its game
But everytime I lost
a spark my smouldering fire got

This time I was near to fail
When my smouldering fire burst into flames
I still remember that day
When I finally knew the way
Of how I could fly above the pain
SATAKSHI SRIVASTAVA
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SATAKSHI SRIVASTAVA  13/F
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