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Feb 2020
What you start loving
Slowly grows
Into hate as you start living in lows
Much like how we envy those who fly and wish we were winged
God gives us all wings
But sees us as too young
Thus not allowing us to leave the nest too soon
As inamored birds do
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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