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Lahore, Pakistan

QCO

i am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end. There is a part of me That feels I am different from everyone else. Something that I can't quite see, Something that I can't quite feel, Something so unreal. But this 'thing' is always there, This 'thing' with others, I will never share. So I push it to the back of my mind, All the thoughts of boys and clothes And make-up, it is hiding behind. Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten, It comes back with such ferocity, Angry and unforgiving. I feel so lost and sad, Whatever caused this feeling Must have been so horrible and bad. A lost memory or something else, I'll never know, Whatever it is, I know for