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Nazish Sabir

Abstract Tragedy


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Nazish Sabir

Abstract Tragedy


Ill-lit Society

Ill-lit Society

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They will see me through my weaknesses

They will focus on my failures

They will slide past my success stories and will remember my lowest points

They won't smile while seeing me enjoying life

They will only step at my door, to know of my cries

They are the people who make the society not worth living

For them, they are the saints and the rest are monsters

For them, success is merely their inheritance

They see the best of the best for themselves and expect nothing but worst for the rest



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