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Hopes of a hopeless man-boy,
Oh! This silly 6th sense!
keeping this happy-go-lucky image,
Oh man, I hate this pretence!
This mirror is a liar,
Oh! That funny smile,
Show me the real me,
The smile is just a guile!
One of the crowd,
the crowd that's perpetually depressed,
Each despo has a reason,
But, hey, why am I so depressed?
The unkind speech, the hateful stare,
neither has she a flawless face!
Am I worth the insult?
The insult I so lovingly embrace.
"All that you've got,
and even what you've not,
I've been in love all this while...
No one's in a hurry
So gal, Don't you worry,
The boy would keep walking the same mile....!"
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