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The path we didn’t walk in, a door that was never opened,

Why would I worry about things that never happened?

With pieces of my heart, where will I go,

If some of them fall, from where would I discover love?

Over the broken when I cry, it makes me restless,

When I stand in front of you I feel like a fitful mess.

Maybe the path I didn’t choose is beautiful,

But this place is where I possess serenity.

Riya Shah

By Ray


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