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Dec 2017
That day I felt very
isolated in my own home,
When they accepted
my words so absurd,
There was a time I was held
very high but it's all gone,
And I use to keep quite
for her every single word.

Most cherished dreams,
Burn into floating ashes,
And my blood soaked
heart seems,
Like a rusted latch for
the rest of time it passes.
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FMBurhan
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FMBurhan  20/F/srilanka
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