That guilty conscience which never left ,
That misery which never stopped bothering,
That heart which never stopped sinking ,
These hollow words which never stopped down inside the heart ,
Those perceptions which never let me heal ,
That hue which turned out into worse ,
Those memories which happened to be the childhood became the worse ,
Yelling at the heavenly conscience for the sake of breathe ,
The stairway to heaven which was the last hope , turned into hell ,
While measuring the endless ocean , life lost its pitch !
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