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Mar 2017
Like everyday he woke up at 6,
Thinking he was nothing but a jinx,
Grabbing his things he left for college,
Dumb kids around him couldn't stand his knowledge.

There he stood, handling their insults,
Being nice to everyone like no one would,
He never thought something so little like perspective
Would ruin his ******* life for good.

He came home and acted like nothing happened,
He had parents, but he still felt abandoned.

Trying to live his life
He forgot to be a son,
People killed him everyday,
Because a painless death was no fun.

At the end of the day,
He looked in the mirror,
Realizing thousands of his strengths
Weren't strong enough,
As his weakness was always a winner.
Anukul Thete
Written by
Anukul Thete  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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