No one looks like you
I don't even believe anyone
Your thoughts are as oppressive as you
It does not come where it should
What to worry about now
What has happened is not believed
It is my heart that the scene of the wasteland
Not all are open
If you want to get rid of it, get rid of it at this crossroads
That turning point comes nowhere in the journey ahead
Waseem Khan.
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