i can't stand the state of being confined by every sense of monotony
solitary is not anymore an option, it has become the soul of my art
i can no longer bear the nature of being alone in tranquility
it's getting harder by every second of my living and aching heart
every strand of my beating vein has a riddle running through
every punch in my restless brain is the effort to find a clue
my hope vanishes when i realize how much happiness i have squander
time is pathetically wasted, my question will never have its answer
p/s: i'm back.
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