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By Deepak Arun Arumugam G

All our hands are tied with strings. And there is no way to open up our wings. The strings create inequality among us, which was seen as the biggest curse. No hands are ready to help each other. Is our life this self-centered, oh brother?

Even though the light from the sky is scattered, Will people's lives in the dark really matter? Are we all just the puppets of God? I can't bear this concept anymore, my lord. We are not just human prey. But life is the most cunning play.

By Deepak Arun Arumugam G

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