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Shit


All through the darkness,

All through the path,

In between the wonders,

Gloomy the day yet desperate the stars.

Pen in hand but no solution for this

Thoughts gathered but no use;

Talks going on,yet no one to bother.

Fight that broke out,

Words that spit and tears that have fallen.

Also,the moon above trying to convince;

But,soul just leaping all

Grewing up with no sign,

Wanna try and screw up the lost!

But just a word called shit came out.

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