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Calm, unconfident, weary face Maybe running a imaginary race, What can it done, he asked Deep inside already lost with reality stack Great throughts of his Unknownest to all Still I say he is a biggest fool Twisted his emotions as wire Burn himself with a blue fire Desires running wild in a bizzare field Still he hops on his transparent shield "How foolish he is" Is not he??? Still he has the false hope to bind And that's what his old man's tone saying...
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Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:40 AM UTC
An old man's tone