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NOTHING SPOIL...



They beef while I smile
When I laugh, they bleed
At the end of it
Nothing spoil

My presence, an headache 
My movement, a migraine 
When I joke,  they cry 
Nothing spoil

In a corner, they meet
To gist and backbite
About why I progress 
But nothing spoil 

When you hate, I know
Even if it doesn't show
Pls don't stop hating 
Cos I get motivated 

I may not be handsome
But I'm cool
I may not be gentle 
But I'm caring

I may not be stuffy 
But very well loaded
I mean very well
Cos nothing spoil

I'm not bothered but bored
That's why I put down some words
In case it may serve as record
                           After all nothing spoil

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