Every word i am trying to put.. Is getting vanish.. My thoughts are skipping a bit.. And i am losing a grip.. Hands are leaving Leaving me to suffer The pain that kills I don't know where i am going With these improper words Which are hard to put To create a thought It's not a movie That i wait for interval Life is a ride With up's and down's Till i reach the death Many will come to kill my being But survival is must Because the play is to win..
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