Words in my heart and a fountain shouted
Words on a chart and my room is crowded
With people of kinds with no kindness
There, i was a chainsmoker,hope was my chideness
My brain was relieved as i pulled out some splinters
Next moment,i was grieved as I got to know many hunters
Who were snatching my skin but freed me deep inside
That freeness is my cause of sickness,also there is a pain in my spine
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