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I bled oceans and tried to swim ignoring the shore; Dance in the pain drowning deep, making beautiful carvings out of melancholy; having made undeniable piece of art, yet never felt the need to cease the wounds; Battling some wildest demons that world never witnessed, with little sword in between my fingers; In journey of becoming a warrior whom world would never see but, hear about; A nomad in search of celebration behind the scars.

– Sriram Saiteja

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