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Mar 2022
Tired, of what? 
Frustrated too......
What's a man supposed to do, who am I? 
Greed, it makes me sick, it makes me work, it makes me take, take,, take......time, love and stress! 
Driven and fueled by lack of structure from the past, at last I can become someone that creates wealth for the future ones...... Yes I can but the time I'll never get back, sacrifice life with loved ones for loved ones life's to strive! 

Tired of living to survive, frustrated I have to rewrite the bloodline, I'm the guy for the job...  that's who I ******* am! 
Greed cures the sickness it provides through the confident eyes of comfortable loved ones, they wont have to have these problems or contradictions to distract themselves because I'm choosing them over us!
Written by
RobbieG  31/M/U.S
(31/M/U.S)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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