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Nov 2020
Everyone is walking on a thin string.
One end is living, the other end is dying.
We are not dead, but neither we are alive.
When time passes, we are still unable to reach towards any point.
That is the thin string of life.
We enjoyed tip-toeing in the middle so much,
until the string is bent;
Until we cannot be mended, left broken.
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Nurul Asyiqin
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Nurul Asyiqin  25/F
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   Bogdan Dragos
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