My start began when write,
Sime of them they shout,
I will not see right,
But I continue to fight.
No one accept my write,
I could unbreak my hurt,
Continue with my own art,
Anything I could not want.
Latter I got my account,
My poems where being count,
Them message was being brought,
They have accept my thought.
Today a book I have got,
Hatchegg they have promote,
My book they have bought,
Because my cover is soft.
Let me answer in short,
This not my last tought,
I will continue to write,
Up to things be alright.
This is not my last,
Soon new thing will start,
They shall be very fast,
They shall be good infact.
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