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Slow, slow
Oh, life!
Don’t breeze through;

Still,
I am alive
willing to face
willing to cry
willing to bear
all
that comes my way

let me be no one
let me be myself
unaware unnoticed forgotten

how indifferent are you to me
“why?”, I ask again n again
“why?”, You say again n again;
who has the answer?
Not me!; Or is it,
answers are questions themselves!

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