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2010-10-16 | |
Once, upon my story, there was me,
One, who thinks his life isnāt as you see.
You may not like, you may not wait
But, this part is about my hate.
Some time, from now, I said āI careā,
I said āI loveā, I said Iād share,
But all of these come with a pair,
When you see love, hateās also there.
Iām kind of young and hard to break,
Some may say that Iām a fake,
āWhat do I know of oneās hate?
How dare I to speak of hate?ā
I may be young but I know lots,
I know life has many knots
So please donāt judge the way I feel
And try to see whatās fake and real.
As I said, Iām hard to break,
Itās not a lie, nor a mistake,
Itās something that I chose to be,
To not hate all that I see.
I have many walls inside,
To keep anger far in hide,
Youād have to work to break them all
And earn my hate until you fall.
Itās not a warning, nor a threat,
Itās just my heart crying upset,
But some donāt care and see me small
And always try to break a wall.
Future seems to reach me fast,
Has, only one, broken the last?
I know hate, no need to worry,
Ends this chapter of my story.
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