This city smells of pollution, crime, corruption and fatigue. This is the common smell of metropolises.

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In the heart of the bustling metropolis, there lies a city that never sleeps. From the crack of dawn to the wee hours of the night, the streets are alive with the constant hum of activity. Neon lights illuminate the skyscrapers, casting a dazzling glow over the bustling crowds below.

People from all walks of life roam the streets, each with their own story to tell. The aroma of street food wafts through the air, tempting passersby with its tantalizing scent. Musicians play on street corners, filling the night air with their melodies.

As the city pulses with energy, the rhythm of life never ceases. From the early morning rush hour to the late-night jazz bars, the city that never sleeps is alive with possibilities. In this urban jungle, dreams are born and ambitions thrive, making it a place like no other.

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Susan had always dreamed of living in the city. She was finally granted the opportunity when she landed her dream job in the heart of downtown. However, what she didn't anticipate was the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that came with living in a bustling metropolis.

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Rush into the bustling jerks
Without the luxury perks
Which you need monies to buy
Born into humbleness, why?

The sea roars with a deafening sound
Voices that scream inequality.
Sitting in sports cars or clay mounds
The oxygen separates the disparity.

So is the volatile affection
Of the temporary meaningless relationships
Not romantic but tied with bonds
Bonds that are made not with your consents
Yet bonds that you got to caress.

Speak up or kill your self worth,
Second one is the easy way.
Break a few bonds, you have been born humble.
Doesn't mean you got to be guided by they!

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