02 July 2014


                                                             I am not somebody’s 
Noboy’s pride 
Everybody’s nightmare
Nobody’s luck

I don’t know where I belong
There is no one to run
‘Cause they said that I suck

Searching for something
I can’t even hold
Waiting for someone
Not sure if someone exist

On the third day of March
Accidentally, I tumble
 and left a bad scratch
 on everybody’s soul

I broke fifty hearts
I won’t argue I did
Then, I realized something

The good part of my stigma is
  seeing true colors
  under difficult views


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