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Sep 2016
with a feeling to escape
not from YOU
but from my very own self

hope once gleamed in my eyes
had wings always ready to glide

now my heartaches
with labyrinths of regrets

no lustre can overcome this
as the shadow of darkness dwells In

just trapped
with the feeling to escape
as everyday passby.
Nehal Omer
Written by
Nehal Omer  Islamabad
(Islamabad)   
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