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The Misunderstood

By Prisha

From sunrise to sunset,

Within the city's dusky shade,

Within blackened hearts,

Walk those whose dreams remain unswayed.

Misunderstood by the very eyes,

That leer and jeer and taunt.

From sunset to sunrise,

These souls are cast aside,

A labirinth of struggles and yet,

They continue to fight.




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