Ananya
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nightmaresA Poem by Ananya |
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I am nothing to youA Poem by Ananya |
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forgotten thingsA Poem by AnanyaLife goes on and we leave behind things that we once held dear.... |
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I am not the roseA Poem by AnanyaI am just thorns growing on branches |
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pieces of meA Poem by AnanyaSometimes you break like a glass vase |
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