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Feb 12
In the arena
she carried
all her failures
her misgivings and regrets
her empathy and pain
her madness, bitter and vain

As if they were battle scars
and she held them close, like armour
because she knew, that without them, she wouldn't exist
Written by
Mamta Wathare
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     Salmabanu Hatim, BR Dragos and Pearl
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