There is too much to write. If you want to know about my life, then ask.
I was so young; innocence.
Still it makes no sense.
Life is just, but what it appears.
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Cannot hide, although I tried
From the affliction that engulfs me.
Percept to the eyes of the pyre, bodies lost to fire,
My mind lost in the ruins.
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I sit here just to wait for you.
Wouldn't believe the anguish I go through.
Miles and miles away, you are.
The distance hurts, much too far.
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My life is places I don't want to be.
Full of faces that litter my thoughts.
I want to leave. Be gone with it.
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