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Happy Birthday!

In the world of despair

I saw a girl with flare

Being pretty she called herself ugly

Because within her , lived a pagli

Her eyes were just perfect as circle

Eliptical eyes of others doesn't seems a hurdle

Her eyes aren't as normal as sand

Those were preparedd by god's own hand

That's why the index of her mind isn't face

Her eyes hides a lot and her mind being maze

how can a broken index reflect her mazed minding

She found herself in her overthinking

Fighter's aren't born they are made

She was against her emotion holding araging blade

She is a mutant of beauty and brain

Happy birthday to You my dear friend!

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