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Divya Stuti

Abstract Drama

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Divya Stuti

Abstract Drama

No Guess

No Guess

1 min
387

I am bad at expressing my anger and love, both.

I cry with my face covered with a cloth

And die with a fire burning my own soul.


But why do I need to express?

To make people understand or to impress?

'My people' know me even when I am fakely or beautifully dressed.

And to others, I don't leave a guess.


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