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Dec 2020
I used to think the world was made for me
I felt so free
now I'm bound by the chains
nothing but my bones remain
as a sign that I once existed
maybe my poetry
but no one bothered reading it
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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     R L, Eshwara Prasad, --- and Shazia Zaman
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