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Apr 2019
I was once faced down
locked down in the crowd
overwhelmed with the dust
lost, no one to feel proud.

I too Neva cried
Neva got tired
Neva Eva felt denied
keeping myself up i made myself tight

finding hope in green
i smoked that shesh every time
going up i changed my life.
Deepali
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Deepali  25/F/India
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     Mydriasis Aletheia and Fawn
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