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Jul 2016
The low oriented ones,
The visionless bones,
Ignorant to every innovation of life,
They are ordinary with foolish as a wife.

They with no self esteem,
Their future ugly and dim,
They always to be there,
But no one cares!

Tear drops full up basket,
They wish to be high like rocket,
they  lost hope and liberty,
They can't face reality!
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Drunk poet  19/M/Everywhere
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