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Feb 2018
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
the unwritten note
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the unwritten note  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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