I am making legacy,
While my soul is getting irritated.
This is my loved kind of ecstasy
To always feel frustrated.
I am already used to this state
Which makes me consider this as a game.
There is no more person to be my mate,
This is the price of fame.
There are things of which to be proud,
But they actually make me feel sad.
I do everything that is not allowed,
But what if I did well,instead?
This is what I can't get on with
Because there is always something in mess,
As if killing kiss,
I am putting myself on death.
Legacy
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