Some times life is worth living
Many times it’s all about killing
I feel like rusting
And yearned for resting
Some times true friends knock my way
At growing times they fade away
Can’t find any words to say
And nothing could give a sway
Love is sometimes scary
Where shall I get a remedy?
I thought that’s a word plenty
But it’s a world so empty
Life is a story I write
With tears and pain that’s out of sight
My shoulders loses its might
Craving for my first step’s light
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