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Dec 2016
Scars I look at them with pride
Recalling the dark times no one by my side

I have to walk the path alone now
Have to scold myself to not moan now
Leave the past , it's gone now
Scars heal the time has shown now

The world has its orders
Humans have declared borders
Selfishness is the holy creed
Revenge now I see is a good deed

What we want destroyed us
We never thought what we needed
To stay in content with what you have
Is the first step taken by the ones who succeeded

Promises are broken everyday
So are bones
Death will take grasp of just one
What about the ones who then moan?
Qasid Ali
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Qasid Ali
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   Keith Wilson
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