Over

We are always be swung around in the normal
That somebody made
The small fire that I turned on desperately
I’m stepped like a cigarette and have been put out bite me
It can’t be yet over
 
You intend to be frustrated till when?
This is not the time to worry about trivial things
I confront it ,I ‘m blowed if
I do not let you disturb

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We are always be swung around in the normal

That somebody made

The small fire that I turned on desperately

I’m stepped like a cigarette and have been put out bite me

It can’t be yet
 
Continue lighting it
It is all right even if small
Sometime by all means raise this fire
Do you have the courage to change oneself.