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I gazed at myself
Through the broken mirror
ST.TERESA’S COLLEGE (AUTONOMOUS), ERNAKULAM
Lips red as blood
Tears dripped down my face
Down to my skin
Like river washing barren land
Fresh wounds stung
Sound of pain ringing through my body
Fading scars leaving stories to read Still,
I limped towards the door of future
Because I am bruised not broken
Because I rose from ashes
Because I am stronger than they think.

Anagha T
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