August/7/2016! 01:30am, Sunday
we don’t know what exactly we be goin’ through. being so lost in the dilemma of ‘tis world, we’re gone utter confused ‘bout the journey of own life. day gets started off with anew lit of morn, but we’re laid unto the shades of past night. time’s pretty gone, perhaps its memories oscillating across the valley of wrecked mind. on contrary we’re being forgotten in the wonderland & wondering: “what’s exactly the purpose of our life?” – damn the youth of today seemed to be so lost in the dexture of vague brime.
we don’t know what exactly we be goin’ through. being so lost in the dilemma of ‘tis world, we’re gone utter confused ‘bout the journey of own life. day gets started off with anew lit of morn, but we’re laid unto the shades of past night. time’s pretty gone, perhaps its memories oscillating across the valley of wrecked mind. on contrary we’re being forgotten in the wonderland & wondering: “what’s exactly the purpose of our life?” – damn the youth of today seemed to be so lost in the dexture of vague brime.
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