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Jan 2017
You tell yourself this is the limit
I'll wait until 10 then I'll stop missing
When it's still 6 hours until then
And you sleep, don't weep, work and run
Out of time. He doesn't return
Ever.
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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