My culture is hunting me down
My language is after me
My roots are jeopardizing my choices
My being is suspected
My identity is out to get me
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Souvenirs
I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
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I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
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When your heart is true, everything works out... I experience it again and again... It's a fundamental universal truth... Do good thing...
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I am diverted from my path. I got diverted long time ago. I was confused. I was in pain. And then you came with your welcoming smile and bi...
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