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Jul 2015
Am the worst one to ever be born,
Lacking an aim to objectives,
Am as information within torn...
Making excuses for my life's grace so gone....

Joke at me, I am a thing to mock at,
Ofcourse, am insane - so inhumane...
Tracking existence of nothingness...

Keeping my eyes at place,
As a matter of fact, for me is impossible...
Umbrella saves you from rain,
Rain doesn't stop cause of it!

Making a decision on whether I want to live, or not,
Actually is quite tough, quite boring..
Nobody can ever have guts to live my boring life...
"Going places " from knife to knife...
As if, I have no reason to live,
Tragically, I have no responsibility to die...
Am actually fed up of everything, am good at nothing... Am just that stupid child, who was the topper of the class and now has simply evaporated into the tag of " Class's most dumb child"..... I have no friends, and I don't regret it,they weren't my friends, but that of my marks, and I don't know, what I want from my life now.... I once had a dream, and now it has no purpose... I am so aimless, am too lazy to even think about anything... Am just tired... Am just me...
Gudden
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