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Jan 2019
I was struggling
I was uncomfortable
Later, I realized I was stuck in life
Folded up by the ropes of time
Clasped by the chains of guilt
But with time, the guilt washed away
And the shackles became my struggles
I was free of the suffering talked of in novels
Struggle is a never-ending process. Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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