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GRIEF

I am going somewhere
Where ? Even i dont know
There is no one to share
And to and show.
Life was fully a compromise
I thought each day i wud rise
And i could adjust and joint
But today is my saturation point!
The reality of ppl is in
front of me
Eventually i was only wrong i can see,
And i forgot i am the only nerd.
And not everyone has the right to be heard.
I started from a desert
And i've reached the shore.
Standing and thinking first,
Do i need to live anymore ?
                    -Adityaa Wagh

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