I got ditched by my own imperfections,
Imprisoned by my own wicked Mind,
To the thought of the pain being casted in me,
What though Can be done? No choice was given by the big one up front.
Give me a hand lets go on a Mission,
A jail breaking or to the pain a relief to provide,
A very Fresh morning doubt not, get your Amour and lets get set,
To face the day and its horror later we enjoy what freedom brings.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful rendition written conviction. Thanks for sharing, Abubakar.