fervid tussles i have with the self,where did it all begin from??... don't know from where did the crimson colors appear, but long have the lasted than i hoped, so harder it's now to bear..........
jargons of destiny ....tormenting the stand each of us takes.....but resist the thrust is what one has to.
sick of tellin lies that do not lead any where....sick of havin dreamz...deamz dat dnt come tru...where is d asylum where one shud step to...under whose aegis must one accomplish dat is due to self.........
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