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Nov 2012
The world constantly loses its meaning
It constantly redefines itself
At a point all is jumbled
Then good is bad
Bad becomes good
And so our world goes around
Changing the people with itself
Change being the only other constant leaving time
And in all the madness we living creatures learn to endure
In this madness created by us
Thus evolving into what we fear
Leading to our demise.
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
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