Without any reason
I feel one of the lonesome kind
Searching for someone
Just to falsify my mind
Neither I can perceive
Nor I can change this life
Can't seem to enjoy though
cutting it to pieces with a sharp sad knife
Born with a disease of making mistakes
Unluckily it's not a terminal case
I wished it to be deadly
I'm better off this happy kind of mess!!!
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