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They brought me here,
To this damn point, I got.
In the mean time,
Trying to change me,
They broke me.
Faking it wasn't an option,
The constant thrashing,
was filling me with corruption
Those words injured me,
as if they were a bistoury.
Hated it, when they used their cajolery,
and made me become friends for an interval.
But always got back to their bellicose mood,
and therefore we consistently argued,
which always vexed my attitude.
They caused me many wounds, unintentionally.
I came to a phase where I didn't care anymore,
While my Life constantly spilled my blood and gore.
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We Don't Belong
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