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Aug 2018
Heard she said I got no intent
Does she love better than I can?
Yea, I know I sound foolish
Like I have got hit by cupid

We'll run out with the music
Like the path we are choosing
Is blurred without losing
And we can hope to be amusing

Meadows shinning like marbles
Im spinning around in circles
As if my life is of broken bottles
And all I'm doing is rehearsals

Enough with the fears, put on the mask
Like I have so much but nothing to ask
I was standing along the wall with pride
Now I can't tell myself wake up from inside
Aniq Ahmad
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Aniq Ahmad
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