Tag Archives: Helplessness

  1. Ho Ho Ho

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    11/09/2019 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I beg to be released, To be let out; The shackles hold me close, And they hold me dear. I …
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  2. Journal Entry One


    20/11/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Hi, Truth be told, the moment I put that comma above I couldn’t help but feel that the following, and …
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  3. Hatred forever


    26/02/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Guns, clips and empty shells Keep me company by my bed, It’s all messed up, high above My usual, deep …
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  4. Washed away…

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    14/06/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The great black cloud, washing the glorious sky, travels across with mighty Gloom With the men waiting for thunder and …
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  5. A Step Forward

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    06/06/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    A painful struggle goes on inside my mind as it plays dirty tricks on my weak and trembling heart, And …
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