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Mar 2019
I used to believe that this world was a pure bliss

Until I reached the moment of my grown.

Everything becomes tragically beautiful

and I am in grief for some things that went away.

People disappoints,

Promise betrays,

That’s all I see now.

Yet these things brought me to wisdom

Being disappointed is not always that bad,

and being alone is not always that lonely, I feel.
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Maheswari  20/Other
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