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Feb 2018
Grown up too mature..., left with no Childhood...
Wanna become child again...but afraid of that unlikelihood...
Full of dreams scars too...,Tears, Fears,Years, what would...
Making different lies...,Hiding pain and each wound...
Die or live felling is terrible..., surround the trials with snood...
What will thinking, rational or not...,Neglect or accept they exist the neighbourhood...
Some childhood experiences never loose their grips.
Kanak Kashyup
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Kanak Kashyup  18/F
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