A misery which I thought torturing me, I enjoy it slowly
No more desperated to face tomorrow, I wish
No more hunger without love
No more thirsty without care
I through it all, with no smile with no tears
Just a hope nearly less, and crisis of confidence
Is it worst? It was
Maybe it is
Maybe it will
Am I tired? Yeah, really really
Why I'm not move on?
I should, but? Hard
How much the misery cover me
How deep the pain slashing me
I'm still myself with no offense on all the judgements
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