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Barbi Mochahari

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Barbi Mochahari

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Unnamed

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Journey of my teenage stream,

Losing mates, myself and my dreams.

Tired of toxic relatives frame,

Longing to be unnamed.


No mercy, peace can be seen, where?

Innocent animals are killed there.

I'm thin and so insulted and blamed,

It was better to be unnamed.


Sometime feelings can't be explained,

Things gets unplanned.

It's not about love or about being famed,

I just want to be unnamed.


Other's want to be the spotlight,

Where! I just wanna be the back of highlight.

I want to disappear of my name,

Just to see, "what if I was unnamed?"


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