a death of a women is a lost for us
a lost of a great personality
a lost of some one special
a lost of a mother n a loving sister
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their is a problem in me
not in my life
not in the circumstances i have
no one is to be blamed 4 wht i have did
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im lucky
im lucky coz i hve eyes to see you
ears to hear u
skin to feel you
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problems, feel us, check us, change us n make us
problems are created by us
they make us perfect more then others
we take them as a headach
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