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A Hundred Thousand

Thousand AKSHAYs just cut their wrists Fearing what their parents would say, A hundred JAIs inhaled gas from a burning stove Humiliated by those ‘Oh-So-Dear’ relatives, But, don’t you worry! They were just a part of that “miniscule minority”.

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This world is filled with closets. And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.
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