Fire π₯
Was born a very humble guy , High Hopes And expect to Fly high. Deep down there was a fire inside me, If anything happens, i would be like"oh ,let me see" . Late In my teen , as a man was I claimed , But there was still a little child who doesnt want to be famed. Last ages of my teen, As I lost my keen. i realised, I lost my child like nature for good, I don't know if it was called adulthood . The fire inside me would still grow as life takes turn, Little did I know that it would someday make me burn. Yes, the fire that I had kept for so long , Has gotten me to prove all were wrong . I repeat, as a man I was claimed , But at last I was all to be blamed . The Fire here wins and i fail , he got me,burnt my skin making it a hell , But at last someone blamed me for spreading ashes and nuisance burnt smell.
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