Taunted the survival
My pride tends to sink
In the unbolted boasts,
Metals in yellow and white
Troubled my peace
And I tried to chase them
To reward my obsessions
I grow obese, I fells down
And had none to pull me up
Until I forsake the heaviness
Of materialistic pleasures
Garnished on my selfish wants
Pushing up the undecorated
Truest part of me- My soul…
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