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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 why… 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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