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I have noticed the game of life
how people born just to die

Some are guided by a broken heart
Some are trying to run from past

I have seen the castles turn into dust
still there are people with heart made of rust

Some are trying to be strong
Trying to not cry over a dream that is broke

Some are running from their life
some know how to play a game called life

I used to think how can someone be relief by writing?
Just a few broken dreams and my pen is dancing

Some days you will live
some days you will be breathing

Change yourself with the changing seasons
There are still to smile a million reasons
                                         
                                                -Noor Irshad

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