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Jan 2023
Every time I take a step forward,
Every time I wanna hold someone's offering hand,
My dear mind, why do you keep telling me that they are gonna shove it off,
I'm not getting tricked, Am I?
And As if I need someone to hold me. huh?
Maybe, my soul answers, which I can't escape.
But Why?
Bvaishnavi
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Bvaishnavi  20/F/India
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