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

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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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Nothing harmed more than the feeling of saturation
The obnoxious sense of fulfillment with our lives
That let us be at peace with ourselves
While the world had hustled outside
And we had our earplugs on
Trying to feel safe inside the warmth of our blankets
Outside
In this insomniac world
The metropolis kept grinding
Kept changing at its own pace
We were soon left behind
Soon, we were nothing, but
The vestiges of a lost age

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