To be a nobody, to have no real friends
So he counts on one thing which is family
His only wish is to be somebody
He was born over here but grew up over there
But still end up here out of nowhere
Reality is, he is stuck in a nightmare
So there, the reason why his words make sense to those who cares
To read, that his life isn’t a game of truth or dare.
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Author:
Landsley Alexandre (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Wow, this is clever....
Thanks for reading!!!
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