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Oct 2020
It’s a song sung too often;
‘Why won’t he like me?’
I ask myself
As I pick the scars of his past to see
Where I could fit, so delicately
I’ll mould and shape, to suit your tastes
Who am I without one to please
Kriti Gupta
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Kriti Gupta  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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