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Imprisoned by will enslaved by a notion I ripped my heart out and let it sail in the ocean. Disillusioned by segregation a victim of seclusion let my heart find another and savor the taste of fusion. Caressed by echoes and the sounds of the gone let the hearts strike a common note and sing their own song. Driven by purpose fueled with youth let my heart serve the time let it live to its repute. Distracted by the world Soothed by deceit Let my heart overcome the bitter thorns of defeat Drenched in colors of present showered in shades of yesterday Let my heart disregard time and live tomorrow in a better way. Worn out by the distance overcome by remorse let my heart return only to find burned doors.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
The Burned Doors
Imprisoned by will enslaved by a notion I ripped my heart out and let it sail in the ocean. Disillusioned by segregation a victim of seclusion let my heart find another and savor the taste of fusion. Caressed by echoes and the sounds of the gone let the hearts strike a common note and sing their own song. Driven by purpose fueled with youth let my heart serve the time let it live to its repute. Distracted by the world Soothed by deceit Let my heart overcome the bitter thorns of defeat Drenched in colors of present showered in shades of yesterday Let my heart disregard time and live tomorrow in a better way. Worn out by the distance overcome by remorse let my heart return only to find burned doors.
suhaib-tariq
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Pakistani
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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