Nothing left to shine,
Surely,I don't feel fine,
Slowly going down,
Thoughts are flown.
Where actually am I?
Just waiting when I die!
In any case,I will blacken all white,
When it comes to become night.
I never felt such pain,
Don't know from where it came,
Feeling like I am in prison,
And nobody can answer why,
There is really no reason.
Nothing
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