Who am I?
This question rises up and down,
Drowning me in a box of frown,
When your a nobody,
None matters until your somebody.
Tingling droplets everywhere,
I in midst of somewhere,
Loss of emotions am enraptured,
Running away farther hell.
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Haripriya, a dedicated writer who delves into the realms of technology, life, and personal narratives. Her journey in the world of words began.
