DEAR, MEND YOUR WAYS,
FOR YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR BREATHING DAYS,
YOU ARE MY CREATION,
AND I AM YOUR FINAL DESTINATION,
YOU WILL MAKE FOR YOU A HELL OR HEAVEN,
SEE YOU SOON, ITS ALREADY ELEVEN.
(MUNEEB TAHIR SALEEMI)
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