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In shadows deep, where light is scarce,
Cruelty thrives with a chilling glare.
Hearts are hardened, voices stark,
Leaving wounds that linger, never to repair.
Words like daggers, actions cold,
A world where kindness is seldom bold.
Innocence lost, stories untold,
Cruelty's grip, relentless and old.
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Pallabi Saikia
I am an article writer and poet, expressing my overwhelming thoughts through words. My articles explore diverse topics, while my poetry captures personal subtleties, connecting with others through shared experiences.
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