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Jun 2014
She sat,
Fingers clenched.
Thinking hard.

She waited,
With limitless patience,
For the jealousy to pass.

She pondered,
About the breathtaking insecurity,
Her chest was tolerating.

She numbed,
Because the feelings that coursed through,
Were hard to ignore.

She whispered to herself-"I fail."
This is like my condition right now.
I am *******,very *******.
Reason unknown.
Avantika Singhal
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Avantika Singhal  India.
(India.)   
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