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2010-06-14 | |
Every time when we think of why to live here
In this world which eats us and brings a tear,
We aren’t capable of realizing the hindrances
Whereon we step on, hiding our presences.
If the life is destined to destructions that bleed,
Then, the apocalypse of your soul is guaranteed
And you know that don’t have any way back
You must go on even if you have any lack.
My destiny purposes to make me cry
Without somebody to understand whyâ€¦
Somebody to understand any feeling,
I’m just a stupid think that’s breathing.
I want a little from the care nd’ love of life’s stem
But, in this heartless world, I’ll never get them
Don’t wonder that all your fragments spread
Indeed it’s not any sense to survive when
You are already dead.
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