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The soul of Cambridge
Every city has a soul. This is a belief that I have held for a long time. Some believe that the soul of a city resides in its people, while some folklores consider it as a manifestation of an urban ego. An ego that has developed over millions of memories and events while transpiring against…
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Tangled
And at times these thoughts Are caught up and held. At times these are bizzardly arduous. Why cant it be simple and sober? Why it has to be knotted all over? As much as I try, to let it go. As much as I want, the feelings to flow. They keep knocking My brains out…
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ENDURANCE
This post is very close to me. After hearing/reading about the on going rape incidents I, as a women, as a daughter and as a mother feel so terrified to even step out. The irony is, we are left to be caged and the monsters are left out to hunt. The society we live in,…
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Lean on me
Would you lean on me? When I stumble down. Would you lean me? When I break down. I am on an empty road, With lights above me, I am on an empty road, With darkness that follows. I held on every flower, That eventually turned decay, At least to me from the view I tried…
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Zombie
Am I a zombie? Just convince me Is it the same air I breathe? Or am I walking the same path of felt? Excuse me, while I colour the sun dark, I hid my self in murky box. My curiosity here takes a stroll While I am walking lifeless after all. Tell me these dreams…
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Endless Road
Lost in the journey of endless roads A companion to ease and to be with me Is all I need Above the wide sky, Beneath my breath I wish and not wish these endless roads to end Reigning like kings with cuts of swords Eyes speaking loud million of words I now wish to be…
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