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Title: Dignity and respect

by Tahir from London | in writing, poetry

Dignity dies when a man cries
Respect dies when a man lies
What am I left with right now
How can I calculate, but how
Cannot be a part of each with me
Either one of them has to be
I lost my dignity when I cried
For the death of my respect
Lost my respect because I lied
Not to show my dignity, died.

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The death of my best friend made me do what I love the most to do now. Poetry.

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