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Feb 2014
Empty
forever afraid
endlessly running
hurting everyone who ever cared
breaking everything I most desired
hiding in the lonely shadows
a child cries out in the darkness
too late, far too late I see
we’re only as large as our smallest dreams
but a compilation, bits and pieces
of everything we’re taught to believe
posted on my Blog: http://usmanbinahmed.wordpress.com/our-smallest-dreams/
Ahmed Usman
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Ahmed Usman  Karachi, Pakistan
(Karachi, Pakistan)   
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