In this vivid world
There are two kinds of people
Some are open books & some are the mystery boxes

Face under the face, hard to recognise
Hiding the secrets, not every person is nice.
Some are bright & some have dark side.
But, I'm gonna talk about my secret
& I've nothing to hide.

I'm an open book with riddles
My life is a puzzle, all the pieces are here
But hard to find ofcourse.

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