Writing his little poems he once got faded in them words,
Not too many but fewer or lesser were his friends,
No one wished to love him all he got called was absurd,
Just cause he wasn't into flaunting all his Strengths,
He was still the wild one in his books of Sorcery,
Dark magic he could write with his pen on papers,
He never wanted to fly but run through his success skyscrapers,
He got all the smiles even in his season of Dry Rain,
He got a Million Reasons to Cry but not one that let his happiness Drain.
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