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Jul 2018
Do you know what it is like to see and believe in love yet not feel it inside of you?

It is like living inside of a glass coffin, knowing air is our there, seeing the trees dance with every swish of breeze.

Yet inside you are slowly dying. Dying and rotting.

I am rotting.
Deepa Ravi
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Deepa Ravi  23/F/India
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