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I am at Nirvana
In the beginning - I was a white paper, majestic, white and pleasing. I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,crushed between two hot sheets.My whole body was burning, like in a hot coal fire -but without any smog or soot. Then, I was looked uponexamined by disappointed eyes, Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled. Then, I flew…