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Nov 2020
So unfortunate, but wise.
Can't we keep smiling
Is this the radio on which you listen on
Or my life

I'll hold up this disguise
Calling you in the night
This is the freedom I want
I pray you will come back

I've wasted all these years
Fearing, you will never leave me
So, I touch myself in the mirror
Holding myself together after all these years
When I'm Gone
You won't be here
And that's what hurts.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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