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May 2014
Friends talk behind each other's back
The wildfire in my heart can't seem to calm the **** down
I'm losing myself as slow as it seems and as fast as it can be
It really doesn't make any sense when my hands touches your's and it created earthquakes
Thunders and Storms are challenging each other and
I'm drowning in this tsunami of thoughts.
Narshrah Hazri
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Narshrah Hazri
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