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May 2021
In this pain that remains silent
Furtive, devastating, and yet numb
I hold my sanity
I hold myself
I hold
I
I hold
I hold no one
I hold no regret
Anguished, angry, and yet determined
In this pain that is no longer silent.
Moksha
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Moksha  28/F
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