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Jun 2020
Life has ever been a problem,
Filled with borders of boredom,
Rollin' down drops of tear;
But nobody near to hear.

Loneliness, Oh! I'm done with it;
Not ready to move a bit,
Whatever barrier that comes;
May turn into my kingdoms.

Though strong enough,
I'm forlorn, forsaken and sullen,
Roses are red;
But mine are dead.
VIKNEYSH RAJ
Written by
VIKNEYSH RAJ  18/M/Tirunelveli
(18/M/Tirunelveli)   
90
   Billie Marie and Pluto
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