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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:fahimulislam.blog.co.uk,2009-11-11:/</id><title>Hazard</title><link rel="self" href="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-11T07:11:06+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:fahimulislam.blog.co.uk,2007-12-01:/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/</id><title>X-file</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/"/><author><name>Spellbinder</name></author><published>2007-12-01T22:18:22+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:18:22+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I have tried so hard &lt;br&gt;and got so far &lt;br&gt;'in the end &lt;br&gt;it doesn't even matter.
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	&lt;p&gt;    Every night I pass thinking about myself. I reach the dawn but fail to find myself. I sleep in the morning and i miss all my classes. I sleep almost the whole day and rise in the noon. I am in a total social disorder. Sometimes I think I am a failure of modern society. Sometimes I think I have no achievement and i have no goals. I am a man living only in the present. I have got neither the past to perish nor the future to dream . I was toled that man is as big as his dream. I have got no dreams. So am I even a human? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;    Anyways after all this time i have come to know that I have lost my identity. Everyday I try to find myself in lots of ids. And every night&lt;br&gt;
I cry "WHO AM I"
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