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In the dingy room all alone A awful solitary Hold me in shallow opaque I live in a claustrophobic world I asked myself, am i a victim of life? I was reproached around among many My was consumed with grief My soul and belly are aching of success I am rewarded evil for good I am now living at the extreme end My reason is of octopus tentacles Which is difficult to understand My fire hood rejects fire The at my elbow is fragile Good fate refuse to bring faith Alas! My wheel of life has been changed My surrounding has been polluted No masculine to shot my loaded gun No feminine wail when my mouth closed I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

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