Flood of thoughts with short of words…
Pen is down still not as shown…
Making a chain but still finding the lane…
Living apart just to make a fresh start…
Going ahead will never be like feeling dead…
Pulling up socks to do something out of the box…
Looking for bizarre took me so far…
Heading over heels to move on wheels…
Changing the game can make me lame…
Stepping out……is making me loud…
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