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Sep 2012
I sit in silence.
Waiting for the sound.
That indication.
A thousand nights of thoughts filled with guilt regret and confusion.
The feel of lose of dignity.
A selfish heart.
One to take advantage of love and attachment.
Wrong decisions were made.
How can change occur now how can control be achieved?
Zaina R
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