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Mar 2018
That I don't die soon
Check in with my conscious
Every now and then
The torture felt deep down
Somewhere inside my head

Hope I'm the only person
That's hurt being apart
Like a cut finger nail
Useless and decaying
I'm sorry but I'm breakable
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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   Jazeera and Elizabeth Squires
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