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The only time I feel alive
Is when I write,
Inspiration like an electricity
Through my doom boom brain.
I and myself is in love where no man will,
Though no man can be the judge on how I feel.
I am on transit
Hunting for daily bread that's what it seems,
Seriously the road seems rugged
But am so much on myself,
Believing someday appear a splendid smile
Which shall remain still like a river flow.
What do a man else want.
I concur being the best ever he can
For as long as my ink overflows
Never die my writing so.