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By Sejal Garg


 Writing life daily,

With ink—all regularly.

Unspeakable tasks are done,

For lessons or just for fun.

Can't be erased,

Missed, or spaced.

It stays and is carried,

Keeps us all tense and worried.

Shh! It’s a secret none re-live,

But I know it—can’t forgive.


By Sejal Garg


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