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Jul 2014
Is it because I am too nice,
You use me like a dice?
You gamble,
Grumble,
Stumble to ask,
About your task,
Wearing that mask.

Is it because I am too kind,
You think I am stupid, blind?
You play unable
For me to make you stable,
Able to fill your gap
Your cup
With my cup

Is it because I am too modest,
You look at me and protest?
You crumble, scream
For an ice-scream
Like a small boy,
Lost his toy,
Which he used to enjoy.

F!!!!! you my friend,
This is the final end.
Stay away!
Free my way,
The world is wide,
Go away and hide!
Leave me alone,
By my own.
Written by
Salmane Driouch  Marrakesh
(Marrakesh)   
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