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Feb 2020
The girl I liked
Wasn't all I thought
She wasn't made of cloud
But, at least I could touch her
She wasn't as beautiful as the rain
Yet, she nourished my soul
But, such doesn't exist in real life
Unless you leave Instagram
And look hard enough
Don't trust messages. Trust yourself. Give yourself a chance.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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