Titbits of a fitbit
And thats a lie; a lie on lie.
Oh! that's the wrap of wrath
I had. For about quarter-life
of my collateral damages;
Doomed I, now could see
The dawn and the dusk,
Easeful it says Life is... listen!
At times, the smile is my only armour
To strive, to sly the wicked snickers.
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