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Aug 2013
I can't feel the world outside,
It’s heat trying to reach me.
I’m trapped in this Styrofoam house,
Where my identity bathes in itself,
Out of touch from the world is a bad place to be!
I’m not necessarily alone,
But sometimes in this Styrofoam box I’m lonely.
Not too bad, just a little irritating to the skin.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
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