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Happy dead

From each and every breath, I’m counting days for my death. I am the most hated boy And the person who you never annoy Every smile I make Is always fake I know I can’t shut and sit, And I’m not the perfect fit Life is miserable and long But my pains and sorrows are strong I may not be the best Please give my soul a rest
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Sri Lankan
Published
Oct 11, 2012
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Just wrote up what is/was in my mind in few minutes.

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