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Life is withering,
Need a little more tethering.
Internally dead
Each piece scattered with bloodshed,
Aforethought to flee
With a little amusement and glee.
Berserk with passion
and got drowned into my own compassion.
Sounding hilarious and puzzled,
What say have I ever got scrambled?
Gambling life in the fear and fright,
Still sight to make it ethically bright...