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Dec 2015
The frequent phrases bubbling from your mouth,
The sudden jolt that springs you out of bed at midnight,
The desperate attempt to set things right,
The thoughts, disappointments, the unforgiving fright.
Connected to the last one. Still not happy with this and will probably redo the whole. Venting was the first purpose.
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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