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Feb 2018
Like the
gust of wind.
I changed
my course.
Not being
what I was
anymore.
Just soaring high
not afraid
this time.
Cause I know
I have changed
this time.
Change, the only constant and it taught me a lot. For better or worse? Who knows.
the unwritten note
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the unwritten note  19/F/India
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