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Knowing myself from close up,

Akrom MalikMarch 17, 2026, 00:02

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

Knowing myself from close up,I had been bearing it, having no choice.Now whoever comes to me as a friend,Once he knows me, runs far away.I am distraught at my own state,I am troubled by my own deeds.Finding no sign of joy,My heart goes off in search of light.My heart is open to You, our Lord,I cannot erase a single speck of its stain.If You do not forgive me,I cannot forgive myself.Akrom MALIK

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