Is this a romanticism? A small face surges through me like splashing water a truth that never goes from me Is this what life is? my own thoughts kill me, I try to stand but gravity does its best, smile comes and goes my lips become dry Is this a reason for death of a fish? above these all I live in which world I do not know Is this really me? I don't think so because they call me mad, And that what I am My thinking makes me that An amazing mad guy........
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