Oh ya, what day is today?
My birthday.
Drowning in my own misery,
Regretting all the things I have done in my life.
Sad, isn't it?
To be sick on this day.
Not one nor twice,
More than thrice.
What did I do to deserve this?
This pain, this gain.
Constantly in battle within myself.
I cry,
Cry
And
Cry.
But
Why?
When will I know what's happening to me?
What should I do?
Where do I go?
Which is the right path?
How do I travel?
Who will be with me?
Go alone?
Suffer alone?
What's happening to me?
Why?
I cry
And
I cry
And
I cry!
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