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Hard Time

Nothing goes right, Nothing goes right, What am I to do? What am I to do? I have no clue, Seated my head laid on table, It’s totally horrible, What am I to do? What am I to do? I'm forgotten by every one But not you, But not you, Hardly have I survived, Should I deprive? One heart, one taught, Every day, I'm getting weaker, Is it because of my possession? I get threaten always, Never have I succeeded, Is that all what I need. Is something wrong with my attitude? Whatever it is, one heart, one thought, I have had enough of my school. I never played the fool. But still, I am hatred I never had friends, But few, About me they knew, I now begin to hate my home, Will this be a life storm? Or should I end my little life, Before it is ended by others, And my body split as feathers.
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Sri Lankan
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Aug 20, 2010
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