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( Dedicated to Stephen Hawking)
I'm staying behind the time,
I'm never gonna cross the light,
I can't come out before the cloud,
I can't get me into the loud.
I'm living at last of a pixel,
There is no one of my heart mate.
I'm not getting any address
For living in any sound place.
There is no, no galaxy
To give me proxy.
Late Late Late star
I'm turned out to be
A Late star.
Atika is a third semester English student at Northern University Bangladesh.
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