Old memories...
Breaking through virtues, breaking through gloryOf all that I assumed is a past is a storyIts getting ahead is what matters nowI may not know when, may not know howBut alone I start this battle unknownThrough the rough edges of past I think I have grownA dash of solitude a tint of willIt’s a just a new beginning have to walk a long way still--- making a tryst with destiny …Amit Patil..age 23
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