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A cyclone of guilt is encircling me Do something and make me free Guilt digs deeper in a fresh wound Raw blood & misery that's all I found I am standing on inhuman island Stay up there and just give your hand Courage is dead But spine is still straight dear Hopes are dead But wait is Still here
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Jul 8, 2017
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