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Feb 2019
I thought I gotta hide, somewhere nice and safe..
Gotta fly high, none can see my face..
Its the same as you saw last time..
But now I'm different, my activities are crime..
I have to get off my safe zone..
I can't walk, I can't run..
I can crawl, prone to prone..
Hey Satan, at least,
You better prepared..
My shipment will done, once I'm dead..
β€’Oh! I'm alreadyβ€’ my spirit said that ..
So that's how hell is look like ..!!
Hey *****, I'm arrived
I hate my life and i end up living ....
Written by
Abhishek dhasmana  18/M/India
(18/M/India)   
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