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Being Mature

By Ankita Pradeep

Tears don't roll down now

Fears don't take over me

My trembling voice is no longer heard by my brain

My heart doesn't feel more pain

They have grown up

They have become habitual...

They learnt to hide themselves

Like my heart does

Me and my emotions have grown up...

By Ankita Pradeep

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