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Sep 2020
Full of destiny
Pride Within
Let me take a moment to think
Despair is my cry
There is no hope to even try
Deep in my own sorrows
I have no tomorrow
Hours are times of my still
So I cry again and again
I thought I would overcome
But all I got was none
Fulfillment feels like a far off distance
It doesn’t come in an instance
Hours beyond the seconds
Beckons on Reckons
Torn beyond repair
Life certainly isn’t fair
But do you or anybody really care?
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Imran Islam
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