I dreamt a girl from a distant past A girl of happiness; of songs and dance Her soul so light, in her, joy resides, Oh what I wouldn’t do, to bring her back to life She woke up weak, her hands tied Her mouth bruised, her legs pushed to a side Through muffled screams, her body tried to fight Roaring at her, she...

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The first time I remember talking to a crowd was when I was 14 and a coward. I was basically like the last resort if either anyone backed out or if the usual outspoken students had exhausted their chances of speaking at the school assembly. One day I reluctantly got asked to speak. I would have easily declined, had I learnt the art...

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