After finding the things I couldn't get,
I found myself among the damp of depressed . . .
However others pressured me,
I will never mourn !
Still refusing to accept the truth,
I dare not turn the back on you . . .
Curses bleeding my mind and
Tearing apart my hope,
I will never beg for help.
Tense of my heart controls
Not to shed the tears of "Reaping".
What are they waiting for ?
I will never turn away . . .
I will be creeping to win my vows . . .
(BS)
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