jamming over the beats,
of detached strings,
felt for a while,
now, just forget,
should I stuff myself up?
with packets of snikers?
or should I declare,
that i am forever done?
from this eternal affair.
blame me,
hate me or kill me,
the truth is I am not meant for a backseat.
K.S
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