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Aug 29
You left me on a shelf
As if I am a doll, asking for help.
Locked up in a golden cage
Of despair and dread.
I lose my breath of heart ache
Deep down, I lose my head--
As it overflows with a dire bitterness
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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