Called To Succeed But Afraid...
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Mahfooz Ali
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The bright lights of fame keep calling to me,
They want me to be the one they seek,
They tell me I am good but I do not believe,
They tell me I am strong but I know I am weak,
They flash just beyond the horizon over there,
And here I sit in the perpetual darkness,
In the anticipation of light.
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