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Nov 2020
die
my lungs fill with fire,
and my heart bleeds the flames.
It's what i desire,
there's no need for shame,
i breathe out the hate,
and inhale what i need,
my problems aren't yours,
so let them be.
You're not here to love me,
so what're you here for?
My skin is now burnt,
there's nothing to live for,
you hated me,
and so did i,
now let me be,
so i can die
R L
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R L  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and ---
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