Tears began to
immersed in my eyes,and the state of my mind
felt cold as ice.I'm lost in my
bewildering thoughts.And I am waiting for the end -
to sleep and die.In the world of morose courses,
I was blinded by your deceptive truth. . . Until the exquisite pain
have ruled me over.I have carried your excruciating pocket
on my aching back,while I am suffering from
the excessive welter.
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| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.