I am so tired of being acute,
And wonder what I actually could,
Such a miserable mood!
I feel none of my foot.
Why?Just one question why?
In any occasion,all of us will die!
Is it so vital to sacrifice your time?
Is it so vital to commit a crime?
I love finding unusual rhyme!
Especiall at night,when I am dieing.
My mind is gone away,
When it is day.
Night is my friend!
With no possible end.
Mood
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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