This fire
Feeds on
A heap
Of shattered dreams
A tender hope
Flickers from
The smoldering ashes
The Phoenix
Is anything
But a myth
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Dear Fellow Passenger,
I am a cybersecurity enthusiast, a BTech Computer Science student, basically a Bengali from the tiny north-eastern state of Tripura. Tripping between hacking, painting and writing random bs on an infinite loop. Meanwhile, as I hum to this song called Life, you too can come join in if you like!
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