Thoughts...
But drowning in my vices.
Trying to forecast my feelings' weather
But the sun of insight never rises.
Hubris, anger and ignorance foggles the mind,
Good or evil, i can't define.
My sins are as viscous as a resin.
Being myself is so unpleasant.
I am in dark, i am lost,
Life keeps me aside the growth.
I need honesty as breath of air.
However, fairness is so hard to be stayed.
But i am still alive, don't want to die,
Still have light in my eyes.
Deep inside there is hope,
Which protects me from bad as a robe.
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