identity by ΩΔ2

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Aug 29

identity

I have no name, nor story
Yet, under the everlasting bleak edge
I remain disgraced, wretched
Screaming unknown words
Dreaming and drowning in the spring of life

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ΩΔ2 17/M/India

(17/M/India)

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