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Feb 2018
Second chances, fresh piece
Guilty of being nice, cruelty
Knocks on the door proved
How much I was *******
Celebrate death on the string
You don’t have the guts now
Later, regret you’ve done right
Something special with you
It’s labelled on your head
You are different, let them ****
Mosquitoes die with a slap
Look yourself on the mirror
Put your mind fixed on good
Reel beef with the powerful
Save a lot of time without pawns
Move the queen and check mate
Proceed to be the first to act
Building a concrete base down
Stay on the top later, haters fade
Mane Omsy
Written by
Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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     Jazeera and SPT
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