Hellow friends! It's an interesting tiny story of one brute teenager "shreyans".
The critical thing is that I am shreyans and myself writes this story in form of explanation of another guy and this guy is also me***Because no anyone wants to say his...
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You woke up in the rusted frame Burned out old Deville Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain But you can't keep them still The sun sets and you're afraid Of the itching in your skin You stumble down the boulevard Of neon encrusted temples You're looking for the grace of God In the arms of a fellow stranger Disciples hand you catalogs of concubines As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Shittt" Welcome to fabulous Welcome to fabulous Divine Sarangpur! Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins Divine Sarangpur! Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win? Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for you to hide It's a hundred seven and you're looking for shade That no palm tree can provide But there's a little force you remember back in Tennessee You have this reoccurring dream Where you see it playing hide and seek With a monk who used to know you very well Sunsets and neon lights Call angels and neon lights Black jack and god luck Cocaine and 😇 luck You call upon that's on holy knees tonight In Divine Sarangpur! Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins Divine Sarangpur! Didn't nobody tell you? Didn't nobody tell you? Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
It's such a bless in this ultra-modern epoch that know their powers and push them in a bright way. Likewise he got academic advantages how to make subs strong in min effort or else plan took vital roll in. He got A2 grade in std 8 from C2(std 7). That's merely due to its environment and well merited friends.
Still no one had known on which path he would like to walk further!!
