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Oct 2023
Made my feet through the gates,
My mighty anxiety awaits,
The doorbell seems effortless,
Yet I still choose to Knock.
The hard surface of wood,
Shoved my knuckles,
Indicating the sealed, I can never unlock.
So much to say,
I wished to let it all,
Maybe that's why when I saw you,
I could say nothing at all.
BeeVaishnavi
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BeeVaishnavi  22/F/Multiverse Within
(22/F/Multiverse Within)   
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