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Sep 2018
****** swords pointing over my head
Made me kneel over the ground filled with blood shed
Ruthless hearts melted down for a deal
It injured the most,and didn't heal
I had to be a puppet under their shadow
To see more years this was the only go
That day,I pulled my Armour with a last drop of tear
Now only my scars show ,once i was a great warrior
MEERA SURESH
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MEERA SURESH  18/F/CHENNAI,TAMILNADU,INDIA
(18/F/CHENNAI,TAMILNADU,INDIA)   
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