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My thoughts are fragile, soon diminish in the darkness of my mind.
Exhausting my short night, blurs my pure soul, and ventures by my confused self.
I really wonder what it will do to me if it's given what sharpens its strength?
The misery of the days slowly falls on me.
Exhausting my mind's broken cells.
So waiting is a wish, despite its badness.
I find nothing to count the minutes and seconds for.
Only the death awaits me..
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what do you think?