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Jan 2019
Call me a scenarist in a fake space
Lost Between who I could be and who I am
Never been satisfied by reality more than dreams
I wake up in an extravagant desert and see it rain
I walked down the hall and called it a hall of fame
You choose your destiny, fighting your peers for resources money and fame
And I, I die every single day to amaze my brain And keep myself sane.
Written by
Yassine  25/M/Morocco
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