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Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh

______________ â–„ â–ˆ â–ˆ â–„ ______________ Don wanna hear this nymore, Can't handle all dis pain being someone's fore . . , Killing my own self-respect for d nobel cause. Tossed away always, disappointment leading me to pause, Compromise accomplishing with d dreams, No way r they d weeds , For they can b found. Not in d clouds, nor elsewhere on d ground. Suppressed in d membrane, Neva gonna grow out, as a plant out of d grain; Fr being uprooted & shattering all on d way, Nor can they born, though d thoughts flow all the days following everyday. Contending the self with d part played by my own, Lending the helpful hands out, for the way i'm grown. They b with. . ., for the