I grew up with boys

In a narrow vintage camp where battles are natural
I grew up with an army boy

In a world full of fiction
I grew up with a gamer boy
In a box where blood is everywhere
there was a wrestler boy

When people wants popularity
there still this boy
Sports are cool
if there are boy players

When world revolves around money
a boy lose his control

Above all this there this man
who build the camp
and there is me
imprisoned by this camp

Not a boy once said
my life is a rally
where protest are prohibited

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