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Jul 2018
Whenever I was sad
Whenever I was hurt
Whenever I was ignored
Whenever I was beaten
Whenever I was low
There was this small Corner
Where I would always go
Speak my heart out
Silently Cry till my
Tiny Tears would Dry.
Would then go to
Just come back.
Written by
Aslam M  48/M/India
(48/M/India)   
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