Ashes cover his mind
He lives under the rain
Dust dirties his heart
Joy, he will never attain
.
His life gets daily worse
He has nothing to wear
he has a marvelous force
None to beat him, would dare
.
By joining college earlier
Had it passed, the first stage
he's tired of being a crier
Who has to control his rage
.
He gets highs and lows
"Coincidences does not exist"
He drives speedly slow
He has an accurate fist
.
He dreams to be watched
Playing his favorite game
He cannot be cached
Speed ain't still the same
.
Waiting for the end
He lives on his own
Writing, time he spends
Some works cannot be shown
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