I know my story isn't worth the hype
but its not mere words I type
It's feeling of emptiness that I hide
If I were words and you my master
my story will end in disaster
I know my face isn't going to make the front cover of Times
its not the most influential stories
its not worth dime
my story is like this poem i write
its puts value to every word i rhyme
It is a story of how I became the legend of my own mind
I would like to tell you in person but for now open your eyes
See every word the pain that it ignites
Hope you learn life is too short
To carry on the way we you thought was right
Its time to change
Time to become the better version of yourself
Cause I know I am of mine.
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