.....-2

Hungry stomach yet lazy soul
Structured thought yet confused role
burdens of work yet nothing to do
i keep doing my thing which i dont belive
passing hrs yet nothing in hand
many people yet barren land
broken hearts yet happy faces
crocdile tears yet genuine aces
silent rumours yet loud thoughts
in the end in vaccum someone rots....

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