Losing the moments right here,
In sounds, which I can't bear.
Maybe, I should stop it all,
But still, going around like a ball.
Bitter sense of wasted me,
A few more months to spend in nightmare.
I can hardly see
What is now unfair.
Get up and come to your mind,
But where it is, I can't find.
What is going to hapen next?
Maybe, this is my last text.
In nightmare
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