What if I really lose this war,
When my thoughts are totally ready to
give up,
All I fight for
Is like small poisonous cup.
And I drink harmness of this
Without wondering what can actually be.
Frustration is going with,
But I just wanna flee.
My mind,maybe,you will me feel peace?
I wanna rest apart from crowd,
Getting irritated by all of this,
But again,I have to stand out.
Cup
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