Having begun to hate this world, he went without looking back,
Having kept vain attempts of offenses he bore his heart in his chest,
And with every step his heart was about to break.
His gaze is hidden by grief’s shade,
A rusting lock was hung up at his heart,
And trying to forget he got migraine,
He couldn’t stay here, being eager to depart.
The road ahead is called as solitude,
It warmed his soul with calm.
No more his life’s poor attitude –
It’s all the same that people made him run.
Having begun to hate this world, he went without looking back,
Having kept vain attempts of offenses he bore his heart in his chest,
And with every step his heart was about to break.
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