Sorry, I am too stressed,
So cold not to be depressed.
I admit I know only to lose,
There is only me, who I can accuse.
No more willing to be kind,
I am definitely done.
No more light can I find,
There is no more fun.
I see there is no hope,
Why to still think there can be better
way?
My belief is what I need to rope,
Life likes to betray.
Rope
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