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Dec 2018
Whenever I speak about me,
people hear half the narrative,
fullness of half a tale dangling.
I leave out the other half of it.

Whatever people understand,
it's always the partial truth.
My world is full of paradoxes
Just so long to tell in its entirety.
Written by
Shiny Star
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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