i always left a door in myself
the simle courages were the keys
it was an imaginary room of my world
where i had my desolation in
i regret for my yesterday
incurable my fate, how she will alter?
every second is my suicide
i only live for my sanity
yet sometimes little lusts have me
even to my feeble inert feelings
i ignore i loathe my spirit
incurable my fate, how she will alter?
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