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Mar 2020
I don't belong to the past, it's too revealing
I don't belong to the future, it's too overwhelming
And I tried to make sense with the present
I realised time doesn't claim me.
Playing with thoughts CAN be dangerous
Written by
FairlyCultured  India
(India)   
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