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4d
I was hoping that my past would never come back,
I was searching for the love that I never had,
I was crying with my eyes droughty as the desert,
I was building all these walls that became my prison,

I was blinded by the fog that would never leave,
I was making up the world where I could feel,

I was clinging onto light fading from my cell,
But it always was around I just couldn't tell.
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breeze
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   Imran Islam
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