There so many people in life.
No one is true.All are Fake.
They showoff everything.
Love.
Care.Real is only hate.
They die hating real and loving fake.
Real is nothing.
As people are fake.
So the world becomes fake.Tried to found love real.
Become the victim of hate real.
Attackers are the people whom I love real.-Z. A.
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Paroxysm
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