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Ankita thakare

Abstract Tragedy Classics

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Ankita thakare

Abstract Tragedy Classics

I Pray

I Pray

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The lives we play behind the mask,  

A constant brink of pain, 

Our minds belong to those who ask, 

To those who seek to change.


Sometimes we learn the harder way, 

That strikes the chord in me 

Someday we'll fine the silence, 

Away from all we've got!


There is a word of God,

With a howling moon

Awesome whispers by the God,

Along with a vintage virtue.



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