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Jan 2018
shredded, the world that i seen
shredded, the wound that built in
some place, somewhere, there are chances
A chances to take in.
A solution to resolve
a problem that is caused
but our mind is never connected
indeed i feel it is always separated

As a slave to our own feeling,
i keep on thinking
how to live a life that is full of meaning?

humans. A god creation for a purpose
created with a mind and soul
we as humans, are we even humans?
consume by our own desire and greed can we even appreciate the moments.
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   Lior Gavra and hamid khan
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