"Alienation" - Emblema.
Breathing we are all solo,
Inside our heart, there's a hollow
In our coming of age
I draw your sketch on a page
My artistry is captured in a crate
When you'll discover, call it great
She laughed to see my art
Can you grant me to hold your cart?
Instead of misusing your moment
Utilize it now or you will lament.
Every one of us is now isolated
When we were correlated,
With the simplicity of notion,
That's now all lost with motion
Of our lifestyle that's loaded
With the filth of lust eroded
The kindhearted concern
We had for everyone else.

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