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Nov 2017
O' My inner soul !
For God's sake,
What's wrong with you?
What are you hoping for?
Tell me,
What are you looking for?
Aren't you tired?
Aren't you bored?
Aren’t you exhausted?
You do nothing but
   blaming me,
Berating me,
And disturbing me.
O' Soul, tell me !
Why all this overmuch thinking?
Why all this nonstop wrestling?
What are you chasing?
Where are you rushing?
Stubbornness is your wont.
I am already enervated.
Is that what you want?
Don't you pity me?
Why don't you comfort me?
Please,
why don’t you just
Enfold me,
Accept me,
And get used to me.
Your constant rage is devouring me.
Your frequent pressure is piercing me,
Annoying me,
And wounding me.
Can’t you feel?
The confusion scattered on my heart.
This distraction descended on my mind,
O' Soul !
Through you,
Within you,
Isn't there a peck of mercy?
For you,
That’s my query,
For I am terribly weary.

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Rachid Oulamine
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Rachid Oulamine  27/M/Morocco - Agadir
(27/M/Morocco - Agadir)   
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