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May 2018
ME
When you have nobody to count on.
Is it really a sad thing?

Here I am.
Lying on the dry grass with the ocean above me.
The ripples crash and sway, orchestrating watery fireworks.

A drop drips on my cheek and I smile.
Nobody but me.
Deepa Ravi
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Deepa Ravi  23/F/India
(23/F/India)   
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