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4d
Day in and day out,
from sunrise to sunset,
a predictable path unwinds before us.
Mundane chores keep our hands tied—
a narrow life, a repetitive refrain,
until death comes knocking.

Are we trapped in a loophole called life?
hiba sajid
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hiba sajid  23/F
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