No information
I got into a formation
An agenda
I did not have
I am doing
What I can
Only what I can
A wide spread area
With the orchid of values
I visit not
Great music
That has aesthetics
I listen not
I stay only with me
I stay only for me
I realize not
That I should be free
I always carry me
I succumbed to me
I will be synced in me
Because I carry me
I turn as junk
I will get rotten-up
As a part of clean-up
I shall be removed
O life,
Where are you?
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