What is it I am waiting for?
Too angry to feel good.
Life only wants to make you sore,
This is what I understood.
What is it I long to get?
It turns out I only get away.
Even if slowly, but going mad,
Having nothing for people to say.
I look at the sun,
Trying to feel warm from inside.
Am I done?
The question, answer of which I can't find.
Answer
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