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Dried up
Fading away
Messed up
Fallen off
Anything
But made up
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Aindriya Barua
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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