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Jan 29
You’re not perfect but you’re as close as your bloodline is currently.

Unfortunately you exist in a world that has forgotten clout isn’t currency.

Fear not, 30-40, the decade where all facades fade, it’s essential to know what self love takes.

Fragile egos will drop & float like leaves awaiting to collide with rakes.

The heat is coming and not all dishes flourish when they’re baked.

90’s babies, headed to the part of life where some things can’t be faked.
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay
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