The journy of life is error-pron.
Hit do turn on.
When the sun looks moron.
You have all rights to disagree.
Tell off and leave me.
Finally,
It's your life, your fight.
This doesn't mean i don't care for you.
Neither don't wanna stand besides you.
I can only take you to the Great Gita,
Where even Krishna was just a take away.
If Arjuna did it alone for himself,
Why cann't you pedestrain the same?
Finally,
It's my girl, my love.
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