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Oct 2013
whatever we do,
does it even matter?
cause in the end we die.
and will I ever be remembered?
I try and try and try.
It gets me nowhere. I'm redundant
cause here I am repeating myself now
while everyone else walks along
and all you see is me drowning in
the things you don't call dreams.
feeling low.
Leena Sharma
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Leena Sharma  Birmingham/Nottingham
(Birmingham/Nottingham)   
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