I was a guy who hate riddles
But often gaze in hurdles
I was liked by no body
Sarcastically everybody spot me boring
Rather my life was too
Life was a boring book for me
That has a cover of headache
Was I that boring
That no body ever tried to have me an attention
Or every time I am ignored with a repeation
Life always made me confused where to go and go through where.
It was a more like an uneven shift in temper
Or a global warming inside me
Am I not a social animal who need some socialization
Any Predictions
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