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HERE COMES THE SUN
So far I stayed, perfect fine fit :
Achievements are now obsolete.
In last phase, life seems meaningless .
Me, above grief or happiness.
Days become bleak, turning bitter
Can’t find way, how to feel better !
In dark path how long can I run !
Dawn is to peep, here comes the Sun.
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Anisha Dutta
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