Always waiting for a good chance, unlucky me
Time run without any explanation, the process bothers me
Always around thousands of people, but lonely ME
Love isn't a charming title for my story, embarrassing me
Luck becomes the unfound treasure for me
No matter what I tried, no matter what I did, still can't find me
I am truly fighting in a losing battel to save me from ME
By MOUTAMADDINE RAJAA
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Rajaa Moutamaddine
A Moroccan girl poets lover.
"Words are the only emotionally defense we can use"
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you're full of love onni