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Oct 17
The subway is a moving maze
Of morbid faces full of daze
As their glances eat me up
My anxiety says," Wassup!?"

There is blur that I always gain
To fit in,to needlessly sustain
As I become a mist of my past
I hope I breathe in me at last
Abhinav Mukherjee
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Abhinav Mukherjee  21/M/Varanasi
(21/M/Varanasi)   
26
   Sara
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