Being a child is known as the best hood,
Even after moods of tantrums episode,
We will still be fed with food,
The first true love we got but we never understood.

Teenage back then was a livelihood,
Met my best friend when I was in school.
Thought life was cruel so I ran into the wood,
Makes me transited into my next phase barefoot.

They called this the adulthood, I call it a false hope,
Said love is see through, they make me nude,
Few minutes after, I lost my youth and devalued,
While manhood are living good, all I ever wanted was to be rescued.

Love doesn’t exist, that is how I conclude.


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