We stood on the same platform
Our wounds as fresh and deep
Went through the same hell,
Would they ever believe?
Hands were bare
Pitter patter rain
Gave us a clearer view
Boiled the blood in our veins.
So why is it so,
We went on different paths, mate?
Where I chose hope,
You fed your soul on hate.
Deep..
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Beautiful Anupriya😃
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Thanks! 😀
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