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Oct 2017
O God, don’t give me such a feeling of greatness (of intelligence)
That I lose myself and can’t see anything else beyond me...
The world will consider you guilty
If you try and explain yourself this much...
Laugh out as much today, so in all this noise
The sound of cries is not heard by anyone...
There is still a lot of blood flowing in my veins (still a lot of anger)
(Even if you) ****** away my pen, don’t give me the ink....
God is the name to that feeling, that emotion
That is in front of you and yet is unseen....
kainat rasheed
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kainat rasheed  19/F/pakistan
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