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Nov 2014
We all are familiar to the storm that rises
inside us when the hell breaks lose.
An arrow shot straight into the chest,
A volcano erupting in the throat.
The flood that leaks from the eyes
and drowns the dreams hanging on lids.
That's when we hit the ground bottom
shattering into million of bits.
Javaria Waseem
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