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Bandhana rai Jul 2017
I seeked yonder for the grass I thought was much greener.
What was unbeknown to me, was I would fall into tragedy.
For the grass was not green there, it was pitch black and bare.
Through the depths of hell, I now dwell.
Can someone save me from this deep, dark well?

— The End —