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Apr 2020
To you I am like the winter snow,
There is only this much of me you will ever know,
There are darker parts of me buried under the snow.
There is so much a person will know as much as you are willing to show. No one can ever know all of you but you. You man seem as beautiful and fascinating as the snow but know one will know the inner dangers covered underneath the snow.
Written by
Ivy Chakma
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