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Aug 9 · 50
Worthy Of Life
Did you buy the air for money, perhaps?
Or your lungs by labour?
Why is it that you feel entitled to be privileged to live, yet you
Deem for me no worth of life?

Was it not the same God that gave you the air and the lungs to breathe it by?
Then why do you consider the ground you tread deserving of my blood sacrifice?

Why is it that you feel entitled
To live,
While me,
To die?

In God's realm there is no majority nor minority,
Only that there is the one who hoarded pleasures,
And the one who was robbed of it.
And one day,
One day,
You will answer for why you thought the lungs and air
You and I got for the same price
Was only worthy of yourself.
03.06.2019
Again, the plight of the Uighur, Rohingya, Syria, Yemen and Palestine etc, does not cease in torture. (Also, I am back from a half-year long writer's block, guess I lost the inspiration and passion, and eventually interest).
Aug 9 · 164
Peace
It's a word, a feeling, a state
That dodges. Swerves. Completely misses us.
So many times.

A lack of external peace, can **** us,
On the outside.
But Peace on the inside,
Will keep us alive and breathing
Even if we are dying.

At a moment,
I realize
True peace.

And realize, why
Islam means Peace
And
Peace means Islam.
09.08.2019
Peace.
Aug 3 · 207
Care For Stars?
The stars are out there,
If you care to look for them.
03.08.2019 -
Hope and beauty out there. All we need is a little care.
Jul 29 · 84
Who We Are
Broken,
Shattered,
Lost and
Confused as we feel sometimes
We wouldn't have it any other way.

For that's what's made us who we are.
29.07.2019 -
Our lives and experiences made us who we are. And we'd rather not have it any other way. Just so that we could be ourselves.
Jul 18 · 58
Odds of Drowning
I wonder why I fight it so hard
I wonder why I fight teeth and bone to somehow
Trespass it
I really do
When sadness calls me from deep down
I fight
And sometimes I think the fighting is what makes it worse
What makes it more tiring
I guess I try so hard that
Things get unrealistic
I fight it cuz
I don't want the pity
I don't want the label
I don't want anything of my image to be binded by it
Any more than it is a human circle of life

But sometimes
I just think
The fight is too exhausting

But giving up is even more daunting.
18.07.2019
I don't understand why this discontent resurfaces. Everyday. A sort of loneliness.
Jun 28 · 250
Lunar Hopes.
Traumatized.
The moon glistening through the sky cuts a silver through my whisper of thoughts.
Caught.
Unwavering gaze imprisoned by that crystal kingdom
Of darkness.
Of pits and craters.
Yet so mesmerizingly beautiful.
Mesmerizing enough to blacken out my heart swirling around the shackles of yesterday.
Mesmerizing enough to pull me out of my trance that might've not seen me through the day.
Mesmerizing enough to forget the universe whirling around me in shades of sadness and confusion.

Beauty can go far in healing.
Especially the beautiful strokes bringing us to Him awestruck on our mesmerized knees.
28.06.2019
A sudden inspiration that arose when I imagined a scenario where I'm confessing my brain is too pre-occupied and busy with things to be inspired to write poetry.
Sometimes.
There's a wetness around my eyes.
And it feels like I've cried.
But what I have isn't tears.
Just a tumble of emotions.
Ranging, roaring.
And.
I just need a hug.
Yet, it's awkward, you know.
Sometimes.
28.06.2019
Jun 28 · 160
Sleep it OFF
Whenever I feel like despair is engulfing me
Drowning me in its arms flashing danger that I am by now so familiar with
I do the regular.
Sleep it off.
28.06.2019
Jun 28 · 115
Poetry reflects.
I've discovered.
My poetries are an indicator
They tell me what I'm feeling deep down inside
Letting me think that what I'm inspired to write has nothing to do with me
And I realize
Hours later
When the feelings hit.
28.06.2019
Woah.
Jun 28 · 93
What smiling means,
."But you're smiling"
Look,
I smile all the time.
I smile because I think good stuff.
I smile because I have hope for the world.
I smile because I want everyone to be happy.

But that doesn't mean I don't feel I'm lacking something.
It doesn't mean I'm not sad.
I'm just smiling.
That's all.
28.06.2019
When I smile, it's either cuz I'm happy, or I'm trying.
Jun 18 · 174
Muslim Hijabi Squad
All us Muslimah,
WE want our Muslim hijabi squads,
esp those where Muslimah are as rare to find
as
well, pins when they've fallen off your hijab,
we wanna talk it out
Cuz us, our Muslimah problems....
Well, you ain't knowin' a thing
So we can't really tell 'u 'bout it
WE need sum 'un to say
Yh, I FEEL YA GURLLLL
18.06.2019
Stuck with Muslimah problems and ain't no one else 'round to go YHHHHHH.
It depends on where you are
To some people I am light skinned
To some people I am dark skinned
To some people I am Sri Lankan
And to some people I'm something else
I've always been the in between
And I find, I like it that way
I can claim and disclaim a little bit of everything and a little bit of nothing

Beautifully international and liberalistic.
01.06.2019
Just me. The In-Between. Liberal. International. Don’t get me wrong, you can disclaim me, but I will claim parts of myself and you can’t do anything about it.
May 28 · 155
Silent Holocausts
Where are the voices now?
Where are the people?
Where are the documentaries?

Now, when silent holocausts in Yemen, Uighur, Syria, Rohingya

Or are these things merely reserved for after their souls have been ripped from their bodies
Where are the human rights?
Where is humanity?

What is the world doing, donating charities and leading protests by the thousands, yet turning a blind eye on the worst forms of torture?
27.05.2019
Just Why? Why is there NO way to help them out? Why is this allowed to even happen?
Maybe the thumbs down
Is there to remind us
That we have the power to hurt
And to allow us to grow enough of a consciousness

To nurture the ability to know that we have freedom of speech
Yet we'd rather use instead of the power to hurt,
The power to heal.
27.05.2019
Ramadhan is Great for Literary Mystiques
It's a month of Perseverance
A month of Gratitude
A month of Blessings
And a month of Patience

But for Literary Mystiques
It's more than just that
It's a month of Appreciation

A month of appreciating how it feels to have the belly grumble and not quench it
The appreciation for the food we are given
The appreciation for the abundance we are blessed with
Importantly, where many others are not
And the appreciation enough to truly understand and offer a share in quenching the hunger of the world's people


A month of appreciation of the beauty
Of the words of Allah
The soft pages of the Qur'an imprinting life-changing new perspectives into our everyday dynamic lives.
Appreciating
The beauties of the Creation
The bounties of Allah
The time night turns into Day holding so much in it
Simple things, unrealized

A month of appreciating the blessings
The prayer
The euphoria of how it feels like to pray all night
Just you and the Creator
The spiritual contentment
The fulfillment of the Soul
Brimming with beautifully blessed
Satisfaction in Life

A month of appreciating
The rewards of being patient.
Of being
Kinder
More caring
More loving
More sharing
Better

Ramadhan is the most beautiful month.
Especially for the great Literary Mystiques
Bowing their heads in wonderment.
At Peace.
18.05.2019
I begin writing this for one reason I know many confusingly lack, thrashing about in the desperate darkness of existence and uncertainty, and fear of oblivion, and that is; to spread hope.
          The world is caught in a flood of races of every kind, money, power and respect. Most are lost admist these and once they are caught up too deep, life at one point, loses all meaning and has them staring up at an empty wall. Many spend time listlessly trying to come to terms with belief that they're pathetically not so sure is true. Beliefs rooted on the philosophy around death. And because I have been blessed enough to have been one of those gifted with certainty, I wish to share the knowledge and spread hope, because the Creator's blessings are not to be selfishly accumulated for oneself only.
                  Concerning the purpose of life, life is merely a test, a temporary lodging where we will have to prove ourselves by remaining patient and striving for goodness and fulfilling our purpose of being. The life after death, the afterlife, the reality of which I wish to impose, is the real deal. I can swear it, for it is the promise of the Creator, whose truthfulness cannot be contested.
                   For all those hopeless, battling cancer, facing the looming threat of death, know that there is more to existence than the pleasures of this life, but on one condition; you must earn it. Or try. In real, all of us can only try, for nothing our actions may deserve can be as blessed a reward as the reward of an afterlife in Heaven. The actions required are as simple as this, merely obey the Creator who keeps us breathing, bleeding and breeding.
                    As a human being, I've been through what I consider trying times. Difficulties exist in all places, property, people and emotions. It's these difficulties that pressurize you to either crumble into dust, or emerge a diamond. Through my personal experience, I've discovered that, in the end, nothing from this world is permanent. In the end, your part of the world is about you, Islam and Allah. Even your mother, she'll have to go sometime. Sure you can have it all back in the afterlife, but not here. Things are temporary, we get attached to things, but we have to learn to let go to. Except for Islam and Allah. Letting go of Allah means you might as well let go of everything, nothing more will do us any real good.
                       The philosophy that Islam has founded in me is this; whatever plays out in life, the absolute authority, the Power Ultimatum is Allah. So if you strive to be one of those Allah loves, favors and is pleased with, whatever the occurrence, seemingly good or bad for us personally, is on the whole is always the best for us. Whatever the obstacles, whatever the hardships, they are merely things Allah has placed for you to deal with, for you to bear patience and perseverance through. In the folds of Islam, no believer faces a 'Why Me?!' moment. It is always a question of whether you stick with Allah or not. And success in that determines your peace, both in this, and the afterlife. You might fall back, fall down, but getting back on and up is crucial, is the question itself whose answer determines your true happiness. One of the keys is not to succumb to despair, the sort of despair that is devoid of hope, which is an instability in belief. The sort of despair that has no place in Islam, really.
                   All of us have been through depressing times. But to go through that depression knowing it's just a passing thing, a slight test, and to know that after all you always have Allah, that is what Islam has founded in me.
Allah warns us Himself that he has 'created man in toil'. Hardship will always be a huge part of our lives. And it's how we deal with it that matters.
The reason I wrote this is because I didn't feel I in any way deserve the ability to not delve into the depths of hopeless depression. Which is why Islam is the religion prescribed for mankind. Islam is the truth, and in truth, you find comfort, because this Universe is a beautiful thing and few experiences are as bad as going through life tangled in problems, blind to this beauty. When you go through the Universe and life with Allah, you realize you are truly content and that there is nothing but good in the world for one who intends good. That, and that you are one of those lucky enough to have found the toil hard enough to disentangle yourself from this worldly mess and realize the truth, that none of this is permanent and all else will come to pass. Don't get me wrong, You Only Live Once, by which I mean, you only get to do the test once, and your afterlife, for eternity, depends on it. Much like A/Ls and how the future of your life depends on it, but on an existential basis. This is huge. Yet pathetically, many don't realize that.
                 But many times, Muslims, get the idea of Islam wrong. The idea of religious is misinterpreted most times. Religious is fulfilling the duties and responsibilities you have towards Allah, the world and yourself. And one of them is to enjoy your life. Carrying out any work that fulfills the daily tasks you need to get through life for the sake of Allah is a form of Ibadah. It in itself is rewarding. But the crucial thing here is the Niyyath, the intention. And every man shall have that but which he intended.
                   Everyone has a purpose in life, and a part of the world they light up. There are no 'side-effects'.

I really am not trying to spread religion, I'm simply trying to spread hope, but it's inevitable because Hope exists in only one place. And that is in Allah, and for that, in Islam. Allah is merely the Arabic word for God. Yet, I strictly adhere to The name 'Allah' and not God because it is the name Allah chose for Himself and prefers to be called by, and if anything, I respect that. So the 'Allah' isn't the name of a new God or something like that. Allah is God, Allah literally means God, and merely implies the one and only Creator of the Universe and all in existence, the supreme power. Islam is called the religion of truth for a reason. You will find nothing but truth in Islam and don't underestimate or even think of doubting the promises of the Creator.
If you truly intend on finding Allah, finding peace and guidance on how to tread this complicated world and just Why, Why is all of this, Is? Why are we?, then you will find it. For Allah guides those that seek with sincerity.
Apr 24 · 120
Terror Strikes
They say evil strikes at the stroke of midnight
But they struck in clear daylight
After a decade of Peace
The bombs detonated

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
Paradise bombarded
Bombs
Peace flees.
50, 100, 200, 300....
Casualties.
The death toll kept rising.

Now we're left in the wake
Of pondering how
We can keep
Harmony
Fractured at the seams
From shattering

Tears flooding at the thought
Of the lost
Ungracefully robbed of lives
Families torn
Six feet under

Politicians in parliament
Raging blame at one another
Throwing words
While
Our leaders graced homes with their respects for the Dead.
Hospitals flooded with patients
And cadavers.

7, 8.
It seems to have ended now.
The bombs have done.

Paradise may be thrown into terror,
But we've still got generations
Who've seen agony before
We've got people
Unified and knowledgeable
On the secrets of healing
Who've regrown peace.

3 minutes of quiet.
3 days of mourning.
3 hours to get back to work.

Paradise will stand taller.
Paradise will remember.
Paradise will.

And Paradise,
Will never let this happen, again.

23.04.2019
23.04.2019
-21.04.2019 Terror strikes Paradise. The Easter attack in Sri Lanka.
We will overcome. Together. No bomb can tear us apart.
Apr 24 · 100
Detonated Disbelief
We were learning that the nucleus is the master plan of the cell.
Little did we know that a different sort of treacherous master plan was to be executed.

We'd come, most from the other classes, some from churches.
At first, when they told us there was a bomb, we were almost nonchalant.
A decade of peace had raised a generation ignorant to the meaning of death at home.
As if we somehow thought that a bomb, meant that things exploded, and maybe people got scratched a little, but surely no one is truly harmed?

We knew none of the pain, horror and terror of what it meant, to be bombed.
After all, all we've heard were faraway stories of once upon a time.

But then the voices grew louder.
Casualties came rolling in.
Shock.
Our people had been killed?
The information almost didn't seem to be settling in.
Almost as if the people in churches in Batticaloa aren't possibly real live human beings?
Here? Now?

Class was dismissed asking us to call in parents who hadn't arrived to pick up their children yet.
A teary eyed classmate turned to me saying "A life lost is gone", as if trying to comprehend.
Some were talking about how bombs were illegal and that there must've been foreigners involved.

Reaching home, though, the news told us a whole new chapter.
Batticaloa wasn't alone.
5 others had been victimized.
A nation-wide attack.

The government swiftly flew into action.
Messaging apps and social media banned.
Curfew from 6.
A mixture of grief and terror strewn across the country.

We were unaffected till now.
Yet terror existed.
Nations across the world seem to be stranded in strife.
Sri Lanka seemed to have just been added to the list, and we hope and pray it doesn't stay that way.
24.04.2019
SL attacked. My hometown included.
Feb 18 · 242
Know
Enlargen my flaws
Show me the world isn't a perfect place
Enlighten my world
Know the universe isn't down phased
Hold my powers out
Know vulnerability isn't a sage
Cross my fingers down
Know hope is always part of us*

18.02.2019
A nature romantic sort
18.02.2019
Feb 14 · 251
Broken - A WWII memorial
World War 2
Managed to break even the
Toughest

Including
Thought to be unbreakable,
Atoms
14.02.2019
I know. I know :)
Feb 10 · 150
One Home Down
What is identity really?
For the mother's belly becomes stranger
Than a foreign land
Yet it was all we knew once in the past.

What is home really?
For home has been
For how long?
Is it merely a place?
Or a feeling?
Is it common?
The same?
Or individually unique?

Is it the skies?
Or part of the grounds below?
Or merely an experience?

The pathway to dementia is quite forlorn
Riddled with sticky notes and rememberalls
10.02.2019
Feb 10 · 111
Do Have
We're always longing for something the other has
Ever thought of everything the other doesn't?
20.11.2018
This actually came to me when I was thinking of feminism :)
Feb 2 · 145
Hope in Despair
Melanchony, strikes,
As the words of 'morrow and yesterday
Collide with the memories of crystal years
Long gone.

Treachery, shed,
Of the eyes that held the torrents
Of black seas and drowning sailormen
Hope-filled for voyages.
Seagulls abound.

Melodies, heard,
Of the heavens up high beyond yonder
Clouds wafting in a demonic dance
Almost whispering
Almost calling
Breeze a-whistling.

Ancient walls built up with
Perspiration and efforts on the high-calling
Somewhere in the back of
One's mind.

Delicately woven with golden silks of
Hope.
02.02.2019
The past is always something melancholic and the future unknown and of hope.

Partially getting back into my stride!!! :)
Jan 28 · 204
Abel.
'Tis an old sorcerer
Searching for what hath lost
Amongst the sands of time
Wondering
Scratching thy ancient beard
Grey. Dust. Smoke.
Darting eyes watery from
The dew drops
Amongst the pain of what hath left him behind
Forlorn. Ole Joe had long gone
Josephine, her tiny fingers last
But Thameena, Andrena, Guam.
Them stuck as
The last of the flames
Took the blame for the cranes
Too cruel for a willow.
Too cruel for a willow.
Years had gone by the millennia

Yet the sorcerer stands alone.
Searching.
28.01.2019
Jan 28 · 100
Darkness enfolds.
Strike home
One, two, three, four
You and I
Stuck on the same note
Beat's up. Beaten up.
Ever saw the same twice?
Hopes unfurling
Wisps of smoke through your fingers
Twirling
Dwindling on the boughs of time
Don't think
Once can be twice again
Once may be twice again
But in a lifetime?
Think not*.
28.01.2019
Left to the shadows to wonder what 'tis may be.
Jan 21 · 108
Goodbye Conscience
Saying Yes, I'm evil,
Is like saying
*****, conscience, *******
DON'T
WARNING: ILLUSIONARY
Jan 21 · 204
Stereotypes
Growing up
I've faced stereotypes.
Hated parts of me
I'm posting the first stanza only cuz I'd rather not say.
Jan 11 · 200
Which is easier?
Is it easier to learn?
Or unlearn?
10.2018
Jan 11 · 141
Simplified Poetry
Just break a sentence
In two
You'll sound poetic.
10.2018
Jan 5 · 170
Trickling Sand
I'm always trying to keep my feet on solid ground
As the world around me crumbles
Powdered sand
r
u
n
n
i
n
g
through my fingers

I'm glad I have that trust space
Something
SOLID
I can always fall .
                                .
                                  .
 ......                             on
20.11.2018
I've made the poem end just as unstable and incomplete as the feelings in motion through the poem.
Jan 5 · 169
Words Worth
My brain
Is under so much pain

I wonder,
What have I gained?
By all that I have stained?
With words
With strokes
Of effort

The ink
Never fading

But the pain
Was it worth?
13.12.2018
I think I overexerted myself yesterday, refused to rest even tho I had a headache because I hate sleeping. I just finished my O/Ls and I wanted to have a little fun so yh didn't wanna take a nap.
Dec 2018 · 485
LIVE
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Humans live, not to work
But work, to live
28.12.2018
READ. READ AGAIN.
NOW LIVE.
Dec 2018 · 2.4k
Lightning and Lighting
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Allah lights up the skies
So the rain can see where it's falling
Do you think
Allah will not light up your life
So that you can see where you're heading?
26.12.2018
Dec 2018 · 861
The Tyrant's Shriek
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Papa,
Don't cry over her
Don't worry
Your daughter is safe in heaven's arms

But the tyrant,
When he faces his doings,
He will let out a wail,
A shriek that will resound upon the belly that fed him,
A shriek that will send shivers down the spine, into the very earth that will hold him no longer.
A shriek that will reach the people that refused to help him,
That defied him his self-proclaimed right of putting those bullets to the heads that did not, in any way, deserve it.
His pain, will be so profound, he would know what he meant by "The meaning of real pain",
Was utter foolishness
That the words he spoke, have now fired back against him
That the torment he caused, is rebounding upon not merely his body,
But his soul
The soul,
Tainted with blackness that slashes of blood has left upon his being,
That Lady Macbeth could never wash off,
However many sleepless nights she'd spent on it.
26.12.2018
Dec 2018 · 877
Trying
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
As for whether you are a 'Good' person
It matters not
What you have done
As long as you are 'Trying'
14.12.2018
Memories. We are all trying. All working. And as long as we do, the past does not matter.
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Great men have lived and died
Yet the earth spins no faster
19.12.2018
Just those that arise.
Reminds me of Julius Ceaser, and what his wife told him.
Dec 2018 · 257
Female Warrior
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
When I cry for help
I do not cry as
A damsel in distress
But
A wounded samurai.
14.10.2018
Dec 2018 · 189
Fried Fish Nostalgia
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
That smell wafting through the air
Brings a bout of nostalgia

Lightly fried fish
Under that tunnel in Ueno
Near that subway entrance

That path we've trod on
So many times

Past.
13.12.2018
There's this smell that always reminds me of this back from Japan. Smells I'd been accustomed to through the whole my childhood.
Dec 2018 · 234
Concrete
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Old people
Have had more time
To develop a concrete set of ideas
Of the world
From which they are not prepared to budge
And cannot either

For once concrete hardens
It is never softened
Unless
Love, Knowledge, and Faith
Come in.
Early 2018
Everyone takes life differently as some people have unconsciously decided to take life this way.
Dec 2018 · 161
Incomplete
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
In the darkness
She stretches out her
Petite fingers
And smiles

Reaching for love
"Mom," she whispers
Falls back

Wondering where,.....
She last saw that light in her eyes

That told her
Fading
Falling
Faint
Glimmer

Spark memories
Running
Her chest heaving

Deep breaths
Cold sweat

Incomplete.
12.12.2018
The poem is actually incomplete.
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Spring is that
One week in April
Cherry blossoms fill the sky and ground
Bubbling pink petals as fast as they fall
Snowing Sakura petals

Reaching out
Catching them as they spiral through the air
Falling ever so softly

We
Pile heaps of pink
Roll around
Throw confetti

The pink turns brown
And we're still collecting heaps
Lining the side of the streets

Where we grew unexposed
To the hectic world outside
Lost in a pink Sakura bubble of our own
15.12.2018
Don't feel like I've done a good job on this one but I thought the memory was sweet and wanted to write it out.
Dec 2018 · 604
Cold Morning Air
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
When people ask me
What I miss most
About Japan

I tell them,
I miss the air.

That fresh cold air that hits your face
When you step out of your door,
First thing in the morning
That watery sun shining
Trying it's best to warm you up with the little bit of sunshine it has to give
Through that dribbling light blue sky
That sky that you can't really tell whether cloudy or not


That hope

That fresh cold air.

When people ask me
What I miss most

I tell them,
I miss the air

.
13.12.2018
That one thing about Japan you can find everywhere, whether Tokyo or Ibaraki or Yokohama. That one thing that gives me the strongest bout of nostalgia.
Dec 2018 · 1.9k
Lit Faces
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
I don't see how
People can be called
****
I find every face
Beautiful
When lit with a smile
01.12.2018
Dec 2018 · 134
sTEP OUt
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
Those who hide
Have never tried
And can never try
Because they have never seen the sky
10.11.2018
Narrow minded people live under a roof of enclosure, unable to be open minded because they have never stepped out and looked at the sky.
Rizna M Rameez Nov 2018
Close your eyes.
No stars.
Night. Vast, open, free.
Enveloping blackness.
Your heart. Beating, rising. Racing.
A pinprick of light. Hope.
Breathe in that fresh air.
Refreshing. Cold.

Free.

22.11.2018 -
Closed my eyes, felt free, wrote down my calming thoughts. Uncaged, vast, open, night-sky-like blackness, the feel of fresh green grass around you, refreshing air, cold dewdrops.
And that pinprick of light and hope up there, right in the middle, too far to reach out and touch. But visible.  Freedom and Hope. Alone with Allah. A smile creeps onto my face. My thoughts racing, but yet, feeling calm
*.
22.11.2018
Resting on my bed, closing my eyes took me somewhere else.
Nov 2018 · 187
Literature Rebels
Rizna M Rameez Nov 2018
We poets
                All


Rebels

           Break free from

These grammatical restrains

Give not a thought
            To befuddling these scrumdillydunderings
                
                         Shackles don't bind

Our weary hands

Writing when

                     Life tires us
We free ourselves
          
                     From your rules
Don't give a ****
What you think isn't cool


         Cuz we have our own rules
We don't play by

All
Your
Fools

                      Shatter 'em.
20.11.2018
Man, did I have fun writing this. Writing this turned my mood Roald Dahl style. Kinda. Don't give a **** whether what I say makes sense right now. Enjoy :)
Nov 2018 · 172
Proving Yourself
Rizna M Rameez Nov 2018
Sometimes you realize
You're trying to prove yourself to no one but
Yourself
19.12.2018
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