This is a big curse. Good to be alone instead of being compressed in a tight cone.
Chances should be fair.
I want to laugh away care.
Tired to be ignored.
Small to be showed.
Likely I am afraid.
Once I used to dare.
Chances are infinite. Just want to be at some height.
A platform to stand.
Tired to stand on land.
Wanna want to prove myself.
But still I want some help.
I don't want to be compared.
Neither I do care.
I like to concentrate.
Comparing makes me hesitate.
I am me.
Do not compare, you see.
However nothing happens.
I am lost in the word which is dense.
I don't want to be silent.
But people make me violent.
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