@Trinity
I QUIT
I'm a fighter born with a gun Who promised to shoots from the dusk till it dawn I somehow lost my shield And the hero in me concealed I'm a poet born with thousands of pains Who promised to write down his tears I somehow ran out of ink And my poetry boat succumbed and began to sink. I'm a writer born to inspires my world Who promised to emptied himself for all From the very start I got rejected The vigour in me were somehow dejected I was born a writer and a fighter Who had concedes to be a loser. Even if I may surrenders to all my flaws My breeds will never watch this City again to fall. But before then, I quit
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