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Dec 2023
The praise you received was too heavy to wear.

I know your soul is overwhelmed, burdened, and lost in glare.

Now you stand here, stripped of any will to dare.

Lost in the echoes of adulation, beyond care.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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