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The winter brings a cold chill
As frost on the rooftops slowly grow
With blankets piled high
And a bitter wind nearby
We toast to the cold as it flows.
It's cold 🥶 😩 🤧
You
Can
Steal
Land
But
You
Can't
Steal
Our
History.
Enemy is someone close to you,
Your biggest supporters can be  a stranger Allah has sent.
13/9/2025
In my need for control,
I became the monster —
And now it seems like all of my hands are focused on someone new

From the clock to my palm

These hands are for you
Joy
Tears flow like wild rivers
across a desert mapped with pain
poor old chap drops to his knees
thinking he's going insane
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