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Sometimes, when the pain is too deep,

I drift away in sorrow.

Though minor in reality,

My mind registers a cataclysmic event.

While the silence engulfs me,

My heart suffocates alone.

Where is my knight in shining armor,

Where has my guardian angel flown.

Written By - Samaira Guleria

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