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Nov 2014
Call me heartless, I couldn't care less.
Tomorrow is new, I know what I'm bound to do.
I could be sad, I'm about to get mad.
I could be fine, I'm not crossing that line.
Dark clouds ahead, filling up my bed.
Wish everything's a blue sky, where I could just drown and fly.
Scribblings from 6-29-2011.
Filling The Blanks
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Filling The Blanks  Jeddah, KSA
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