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Dec 2016
My wounds slit open
With blood oozing out
Spilling and emptying from my veins
My flesh so deeply ruptured
My heart almost beats its end
Only a minute away from death
My desires unheard
My story untold
I regret as I was once an introvert
Wanted the world to know me more
But nearing my death, no more!
It's not me internally that departs
Not just my soul
But also my existence will now only be a secret
Veiled and buried forever.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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