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No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell
Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days
Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!
Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim
Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk
But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,
If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.
Just like the cream, In coffee and teas, Rises to the top, In the glass cup… It is conspicuous I got a rather die Hovering…
I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and…
I am a man whose thoughts and foods Are; “good walls makes good neighbors” So I can’t break it to you Fools like me respect…
Watch the company you keep Sweep fairweather if you can Let go of an excess weight Appreciate every wingspan. Like an iron and the magnets,…
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