There I go, in the directions that are never travelled.
With each step I take, it feels like walking on the knife.
Crossing the tracks of fake people who are weird and wicked.
Making choices which are tough by risking my life.
It's neither your life nor your decision.
So stop criticizing and stop marking your territory.
Finally it's my luck and hard work in precision.
This time I let you talk on my victory.
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I'm sorry. This is one of the worst poems. I couldn't find words.
