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Sep 2019
Carrying nothing but my present.
No need to look back
I buried my yesterday
I no longer mourn my past.
Life is short.
Feel my words
This path is my board.
No need for tomorrow.
Let's die  out of pleasure.
Being with you is my real treasure.
Feel it now
Stop asking me how.
We are here to be
They are there to see.
My path is clear.
No need to fear.
Written by
Naceur Ben Mesbah  M/Tunisia
(M/Tunisia)   
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