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Nov 2018
Hard to breathe, no
where to turn. You live,
still, the pain of her burn.
I can only watch, friend,
there is nought I can do.
Yet, still, I ponder, the cause.
The ruthless lies of unforgiving
******. You turn to me for
guidance, mistake, perhaps,
your life the remittance? Friend,
for your sake, I ask forgiveness.
IG @posmsbynaz for more.
Nazim Rizvic
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Nazim Rizvic  21/M/Victoria, Australia
(21/M/Victoria, Australia)   
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