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No I Don't



Well you’ll wonder why am I leaving,
so early this dawn hasn’t befallen yet.
No I don’t have any belongings to pack,
I rather want to leave back everything else.
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No I don’t own a piece of the bread you served, 
Last night with such reluctance on your face.
No I don’t feel like flying along with you,
You knew I can’t swim in the oceans you gave.

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Sure you wrapped your presents in those fancy bags,
You knew I couldn’t ever keep an aggressive cat.
Yet you served all its nine lives to my soul,
Pretending you didn’t see me troubled with the one I have.

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So when you’ll ask me to come back this night,
No I don’t think I’ll refuse that to your face.
 I’ll merely wave a bye, for no words I have,
Don’t know if this is a content or emptiness I taste.

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I’ll search for bridges too weak to hold my weight,
Hoping the ropes shall break in between.
For I don’t know if I want to reach the other end,
Nor I know if I’ll live back here like when I was thirteen.

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So I’ll stand in the middle as both ends do not welcome,
Gathering courage to jump if that rope doesn’t break.
No I don’t fit in either ends of this world I live,
No I don’t feel like fitting in another world down my way.


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