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Aug 2020
You were trying everything to get noticed, yet it was lashed in the shutter of echoes. In the end, your mind played the inferior part, believed no one wanted you.
You were used to closed doors.
Never seen the light walk through.
With every step you take, Blur images started to appear of an unwanted child.

- Moza
Moza
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Moza  F/United Arab Emirates
(F/United Arab Emirates)   
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