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Where my dreams are buried,
How long do you go to that place
The dream bus was there.
Dreams have died long ago,
There are only sighs alive,
I am alive,
My mind is already dead,
My hope is gone.
The story after that is still unknown.
This is like an unfinished letter.
The latter will happen later.
It will not end.
About the Creator
Kabir Khan
I am a student, writing is my passion
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