Poetry complete
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When it comes to dictating,
And I just beg to differ,
The authority, wielding power,
Prevents me from speaking out.
When I can't fit into the tradition,
And I'm forced to stay silent.
This unending war,
With tradition,
This unnecessary dispute,
With others,
Stirs up within me,
A revolt,
Where I find myself,
Isolated from, oblivious of,
The surroundings,
That choke my voice,
And my breath.
I seriously feel,
It's no life worth living,
Rather a slow Death only.
That takes such a long time,
And looks like eternity.
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