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Waliur Rashid

Lost in time, lost in thought.

I fall deeper into the pits of my mind.

I cannot see the paths behind.

The future is a mystery to me.

So where am I to flee?

When all my misery,

comes running back behind me.


We all suffer, even if you don’t prefer

to suffer.

Time goes on like a river.

This river, you cannot uncover.

Like a log, you float on, carried by the waves.

Down a path, you cannot change.


Wali enjoys lying in bed doing nothing. But he does enjoy a good Lovecraftian movie!

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