Since young I've never learnt to overcome what I fear
I'm succumbing to fear, steer me away from this sphere
As i listened closely, I hear death.. It's comin' near..
I gotta persevere, strive on, or vanish and disappear
This hunger to be revered.. Ten years on.. But I'm still here
Like a pioneer steppin' on the gear.. I'm reduced to tears
If I fail to win this, I'll rather not exist..
Temptation temptin' me, tellin' me not to resist
Take this fist, clenched, and that too, stenched, I'm over the edge
No I can't speak french, I only warm the bench
Like a communication trench, I'm out-stretched, over-stretched
.. ..
As I stretch out to my sketching pen.. I hear a sound..
"Who's over the ledge?" I uncower, rooted to the ground
I turn around to that bower, eyeing for a hound
INCOMPLETE
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