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May 6
Every road seems unfamiliar,
Every turn is different from the last,
Towards north I see despair,
And the south has evil in the air,
East and west look ready to ensnare,
Since you left me here unprepared,
Tell me who am I to trust amongst this mass?
Why did you break me to my soul?
Written by
Kanishka  20/F/India
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