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Passion so deep I can’t breathe

It covers my face like the robes of a Arabic heart.

My soul prays to Allah, Jesus and Jah but yet my direction is still off.

I ask for guidance as I sit in silence and I wait for understanding and answers to unknown questions.

Seeking advice on why my heart cries no matter how hard I try.

No matter what I do it’s never good enough, and I can’t hide my pain anymore

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