Retreat

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I don’t want to win again

I don’t want to create new insane



I don’t want more struggles

I want to retreat from crazy battles



I want to sleep and sleep

Nothing really safer in deep



I want to sleep underground

Soil is above and surround



Hope is a stupid game

Fate is what we always blame



What shall I do with a bleeding heart?

What shall I do with every hurt?



Will tomorrow keep me a part?

Will I know how to start?



Yara Mohammad

8/12/2006

09:30 PM

London

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