All through our life,
We undergo a strife,
Of defeat and grief,
And failures in brief,
Which put us to an untold panic,
Leaving us in a state of shock,
Unable to understand the block,
That strangles us in a tight lock,
Breathless we groan under pain,
Bearing the vibrance of violence,
With dumbfounded silence,
Whilst a stage of fear sets in
As the trial gets in .
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Tarnished the image
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