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Nov 2014
I'm sure my days are numbered
I know I'm caught up in blunders

Cz I trusted your fraudulent promises
Now I can't pass these spaces

I'm on my bed, counting my days
You brought me in this creepy faze

I trusted you but you gave gashes to me
You joined the dagger to the wounded heart of me

I don't know if it will end, ''the **** phase''
May be you'll get a body with frightful face!
Hafsa Mustafa
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Hafsa Mustafa  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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   ---, CapsLock and Harley Hucof
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