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Jul 12
Tried to be the shelter in every storm,
But got named the thunder I swore to transform.
They called me a red flag, a warning in flame,
Yet my heart still bleeds for love, not shame.
If pain is proof, then I'm real — not to blame.
nova
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nova  16/M/India
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