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Kartik Prajapat

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• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 4 ) in nothing at all, you were asked to take your shirt off the back. that's when you decided to head to the metropolis at great risk. with the baggage of emotions, an empty pouch, some tattered clothes on your skin, you boarded the local for a daylong route. you'd of course chose a corner berth, distant from the world you have had overcome. only a few minutes then, the train and your rummaging mind were flagged off. when you drove in the panorama of trees that happened to blow past. fast. faster a

• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 4 ) in nothing at all, you were asked to take your shirt off the back. that's when you decided to head to the metropolis at great risk. with the baggage of emotions, an empty pouch, some tattered clothes on your skin, you boarded the local for a daylong route. you'd of course chose a corner berth, distant from the world you have had overcome. only a few minutes then, the train and your rummaging mind were flagged off. when you drove in the panorama of trees that happened to blow past. fast. faster a

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• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 3 ) the slight on your helper's faces, behind them, lurking the favors you never realized, you surrounded yourself with the nastiness of the world and bought into the belief that the toxicity was you. you hated yourself. That plea you saw, floating in your father's eyes when he showed you the way out home. for the first time, you couldn't convince your mother against him, she also turned a blind eye. dislocated, you walked the empty streets. beggar as they called you were a common sight now. pity, t

• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 3 ) the slight on your helper's faces, behind them, lurking the favors you never realized, you surrounded yourself with the nastiness of the world and bought into the belief that the toxicity was you. you hated yourself. That plea you saw, floating in your father's eyes when he showed you the way out home. for the first time, you couldn't convince your mother against him, she also turned a blind eye. dislocated, you walked the empty streets. beggar as they called you were a common sight now. pity, t