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Apr 1
I tread beneath this limitless sky;
this limitless sky of which I also am above.
I soar high till my wings melt,
keep falling;
falling till I run out of breath.
But I am worry-free;
worry-free because I know I'll land on a fluffy bed.
What just happened?
What. The. Heck.
Falling, until I run out of breath.
Ekansh Kedia
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Ekansh Kedia  15/M/Kathmandu
(15/M/Kathmandu)   
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