Losing ping of my mind,
I can’t print my future
Days glistened frustrating me,
on high hopes could not reach.
Sunshine blinks on innocent face,
I who responsible for his future
I try to rescue myself and tired,
if I am to be a sailor,
Some time silence and darkness makes thunder,
timed out ! timed out! timed out!
So I can’t print my future.
----------------Shaleheen
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