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Bangalore, India

like i do Some things, are not meant to last. Some, were robbed and some were lost. Some, were displayed and sold, and… Some remains intact like a ring of gold. ithe_prince I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress< handfull of anger, held in my chest< And everything left’s a waste of time< I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else’s more< I’m riding on the back of this pressure< Guessing that it’s better I can’t keep myself together< Because all of this stress gave me something to write on< The pain gave me something I could set my sights on< Never forget the blood sweat and tears< The uphill struggle over years the fear and< Trash talking and the people it was to< An