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Sep 2018
After all these years,
Here I am!
Broken yet rebellious,
Weak yet courageous,
Defeated yet ambitious,

You may call me a loser,
But remember,  
Everything changes,
Summer paves way for the winter,
Nothing ever lasts!

Sick on my journey,
Now only my dreams will wander
In these desolate moors!
Zeya Khan
Written by
Zeya Khan  18/M/Patna
(18/M/Patna)   
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