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I’m a walking contradiction
I would rise to the heights only to fall
I am not brethren of good
But I hate evil
I live a loopy routine not so much life
Underneath, a bunch of things make me cry
I’m living a memory, an instruction, an ideality
I’m out of touch with reality
What could I say about life
Mere an accumulated experience till now
About the Creator
The Madman
Notes from the underground.
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