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Apr 2017
Pieces,
Fragments, pick them up
Join and find a glue
Such a tribulation, not a clue

No more flights
Not even the dreams
A moment to blame my fate
What scratched out my faith

What's the point in crying?
But the tears won't stop
Wounds, bruises, left evidences
A spiral down to the sewers
Redemption - VII

The moment you realize that everything you dreamt of having in future has vanished just because stupidity stayed on your way, mind will come up with several ideas and ways to eliminate the whole belief in hope and lead you to commit the worst of all - suicide.
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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