Nothing to sense

Too sad to smile,
I've given up on my way.
That was the last mile,
But I couldn't stay.
What is it I am looking at?
Something I was afraid to make a glance.
You are right I am sad
Because there has left nothing to sense.
Will I be enough to endure?
There is nothing to believe in.
Too much since I am waiting for,
World in my eyes has become mean.


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