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Mishti M

Abstract Others

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Mishti M

Abstract Others

Identity

Identity

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A sense of being, lost. Not taken.

Missing, yet found.

Adrift in fear, flotsam of the heart.

New experiences all around.

Am I forsaken?

Or am I falling apart?

Prejudice? One hopes not!

Though truths are often obscured from those who live the lie.

Who am I?


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