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Sipra Debnath

Action Classics Inspirational

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Sipra Debnath

Action Classics Inspirational

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They handed me a script at birth,
Lines of duty, dreams, and worth.
I spoke them well, became as their role,
But lost the whisper of my soul.

Now inkless pages call my name,
A voice untouched by praise or blame.
What if I’m more than what they see—
A truth still waiting to be free?




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