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Oct 2018
I read the song lyrics you post
And their secret messages they have
They’re full of doubt
Full of hatred
Full of regret
With tiny pieces of love
And I keep asking myself,
are you really trying to describe me?
Is this the image you’ve created?
Or is it just your biased fantasy of me?
I don’t even recognize myself anymore
Let alone understand your words
I wish I could go back when Things were ideal
But perfection doesn’t exist
Sen
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       Tif and Salmabanu Hatim
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