I wanted to be your comrad.
But I became your enemy.
You said I'm not.
But myself is telling me so.
Who's the fault.
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In The End, The Fault Was Mine. Not Your's, Not The World's
PoetryA poem collection. May be autobiography, may be biography. People will read the same words but think different things, feel different emotions. These poems may seem complicated, but are there simple in "life"?
013. Fault
I wanted to be your comrad.
But I became your enemy.
You said I'm not.
But myself is telling me so.
Who's the fault.
