Never have I ever tendered my resignation,
Life’s so great in my auspicious hopes,
With this robust arm of armor that blaze
overtime, Feeble as nothing overblown,
like a broken record oozing confidence,
feeling trapped and caged, dictated by
strain of my beloved compeer phases,
rendered those worth in me ungrateful,
devalued their opinion, as their grumpy
face say one thing “I wish things did not
change” living them depressed and stressed,
with me stuck in this covey of troubled souls,
trapped in an alley, a path of my last days,
like a deaf I was, I wish I never had sight.
With no ability to overcome.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
Never have I ever tendered my resignation,
Life’s so great in my auspicious hopes,
With this robust arm of armor that blaze
overtime, Feeble as nothing overblown,
like a broken record oozing confidence,
feeling trapped and caged, dictated by
strain of my beloved compeer phases,
rendered those worth in me ungrateful,
devalued their opinion, as their grumpy
face say one thing “I wish things did not
change” living them depressed and stressed,
with me stuck in this covey of troubled souls,
trapped in an alley, a path of my last days,
like a deaf I was, I wish I never had sight.
With no ability to overcome.
death
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