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Jul 2020
I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.

Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.

Soon I will pick
up ****** path of learning,
what I am, I was.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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