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Jan 2
No one knows why I went bad  
When the sun rose, I lost sight of that young brat
As days go by, I'm left with my past
As nights go by, I put on my mask

All I can do is fix the mistakes
Allowing myself to set sail on lakes, first
Letting destiny be my anchor
Its sails are carried by the wind and the water

I may carry on with some abandon
And the victories might come all of a sudden
Yet, the losses do not bother me anyway
I know I am destined to win, today
We made many of them. I have made so many of them, I have lost count of them.
Happy New Year
Words' Worth
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Words' Worth  22/M/New Delhi, India
(22/M/New Delhi, India)   
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