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clearness
i'm exausted.
so sick of the world
although i'd never been deep into it.
many nightmares of sorrow and terror,
heart beats fast.
what's pushing you?
how cold and hard of the stuff
i've faced.
ISOLATION, ISOLATION.
firecrackers explode in the air of tonight,
like wheels of time rolling away,
reminding one the years he still remained.
but i wont't care any more.
i've forgotten who gave me the the first scar
and who broke my heart twice.
VAGUE,VAGUE.
a journalist ever told me that:
"do not trust literature,
nothing but fictional.
what's touching,
what's vivid,
just empty words on the paper.
confront the reality,
MY OLD BOY!" |
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