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Junkie

It's a jungle, A real arms race. Am a junkie, Addicted to its fast pace. None can help, With their own lives all are stuck. Rot sitting on butt, Coz no one else gives a duck. Of my own I am a slave, Misses me on road that truck.
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Feb 5, 2016
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My HP Poem #1017

©Atul Kaushal

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