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May 2020
She lay there on the moist green grass.
Surrounded by flowers, she was in a meadow.
She was searching for hope in the vast sky.
She thought-well, one day everyone has to die.
Sooner or later.
Why does it matter?
But she wanted to enjoy fighting with her problems now.
Dying can be given a thought later anyhow.
Pragnya
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Pragnya  15/F/Indore, India
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