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For 2 years I worked to be accepted,
Now I am asked to leave but not rejected,
No credit no love no reward, life is coiled
What I take from here is just plain void.
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I tried to live but failed,
No steps even the favorite music railed
No connection sparked, fun spoiled,
Seems the child, THE me is now forever jailed…
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Sitting outside the house waiting for keys,
I see my life as wait for dreams;
A want to be known, a wait for promotion;
A wish for appreciation, a wait for their passion;
A desire to spend, a wait to earn;
A look for the gone company, a wait for someone;
A hunger to smile, a wait for it to happen...
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-Tushar
(most people who know the reference will know what is this all about)
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