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In the loneliest of hours i face my demons.

its a waging war forever embeded in my


head. there is nothing as traumatizing.
the perks of continuosly writing crap to cover up the gaps, to produce an atleast
substantial piece.
Besides, people from our neighbourhood dont come here much. If they knew i was a
part of this. I would be ostracised.

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