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4d
Goodness, Did I now say it,
To mine self, Oh its time,
To spread mine wings of anger,
For disarray now is one of mine;
Part of living this life,
Ever mismatched by mine,
Parents who understand,
This soul is ever lost...😨
Oh, what do I say, Mine ancestors(p*ren*s) just do not understand mine hope and mine deeds, everπŸ₯Ί
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Taha Syed  18/M
(18/M)   
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