my legs will be broken
never would be my dream
and let me clear, though a girl
i never let me slip on the cream.
let me say, this world, 'hello'
my agony never knows a way
i am peeping through the glass
whether it is night or a day.
however, sweetness tell my mom
and my dad, who is in London,
my friends make me laugh heartly
never going to leave them, such cruelity!
i have a piece of ear rings
that i have never used till now
i avoid using it, many reasons,
as looking, boys cries, 'wow'
i have a short and simple story
that i am among the talents
and this will eventually bring near,
my destiny, when being a successful engineer.
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