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Feb 2018
My muscles pound
My limbs become sore and bulky.
My mind spins a million thoughts in
a single jiffy of emptiness,
and yet I cache it to myself.
Fear takes over and silence turns up.
The struggles are my own, not for the care of others
Why strain anyone with **** that
even I can't feel?
So I just remain here.
Alone.
With the stars and the moon.
-Khushi :)
Khushi Batra
Written by
Khushi Batra  19/F
(19/F)   
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