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Jan 2018
There were things
I never
said aloud.
There were ways
that I didn’t
understand.
How people
could lose all
they ever had?
For the one
who wasn’t close
to stand.
But
as I looked
at my own cracks.
I could
just smile.
As it all
made sense.
All that ever happened makes sense to me now.
the unwritten note
Written by
the unwritten note  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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