All odds seems to be against you, a fatherless child with a scattered heart, everyday trying to find the pieces. Mind consumed by the cold world so your actions is a contradiction to who you really are, survival is a part of your everyday life, no one can understand you, you feel and you feel deep, sensitive as a chill to ones teeth. Prepared for death, anxious to meet, to rid yourself from the reflexion you see, you cry when you alone, but confident in public, you keep striving as long your blood is pumping. All you need is that one break, that one opportunity, my brother keep the faith and you will bask in prosperity.
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