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6d
I saw the people smile,
And at last, the dying smile.
Hearing the last call,
Losing my vision of love.

I felt like I was falling down,
Deep under the water’s ground.
The dark made me sad,
I saw... saw nobody there.

The promise that they made,
Now felt like it was in vain.
If I get a chance,
I would walk alone, not trust in vain.
"A reflection on death, love, and the quiet ache of promises that fade when we need them most."
Abhinav Ajitkumar
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Abhinav Ajitkumar  16/M/Qatar
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