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Jul 2018
Legs trembled on the chair
I tried
But it only fails to stop
Am I in this mode solo?
I never held a thought alike
They never turned my hopes
Grabbed it, stacked up high
Where I try my lungs out
To reach, to jump higher

When frustration hits me
A pair of eyes haunted my moves
Spying every step I take
Is this how it goes on?
Mane Omsy
Written by
Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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     Jazeera and JL Smith
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