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WOULD I?
Would I ever be the person I wanted to be?
The one I would look up to,
When things got hard.
The one who makes me feel less heavy,
At heart.
Would I ever be her?
Her, whose aura screams and wails,
Of things unknown to this running world.
Her, whose heart is tender,
And soul is made up of fragments of her memories.
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Adwitaa Singh
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