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Apr 2018
I shot down opportunities
Then stared at the wall
Watching them painting
Differences from their hearts
Building new stairs upward
While I managed my downfall

The lights weren't bright
Then I coughed on the dust
Pushing my vitals to decay
I spoiled my life and now I pray
God please help this pathetic
To raise both hands in joy
To raise my head in pride
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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   Jazeera and dspoetry
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