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Apr 2017
Observed every moment,
Counted every person I met.
Forgot some toxic approaches;
Though some dusts still be remembered under my feet.

Clouds across the sky
Apprise me of my forgotten dreams.
So many mistakes, done with regrets,  
Time to find my long lost gems.

Brutal truths always hide beneath an innocent surface.
So I wonder still something left to pay.
Dear God,
forgive my wrong treads.
Because this is going to be my last day!

5/04/2017
Sadia Tuba
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Sadia Tuba  Bangladesh
(Bangladesh)   
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