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“Surviving The New Year”

I shan’t promise myself
A rose garden this year;
Yet, I swear that I shall survive
Each and every day.

We do everything to remain alive;
But, more than that, we fight all odds
To permit our loved ones to thrive.

By: Diwa –

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