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Sep 2017
The little itches in my brain
Could no longer hold on to
But, I see future, calculating
Whether to rise now or later
Last time I messed up, fell
This time to seize the chance
So as to never slip or trip
To change my pace and stance
Survive the waves that hit

I will let you know as I'm ready
My dear, I said, when I'm ready
Stop stalking this beast in me
It hurts, barks or roars sometime
It even eats the flesh straight
And never returns your heart
So stay away, I'll let you know
When it calms down, as I tame it
Mane Omsy
Written by
Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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     Jazeera and CJ Sutherland
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