Rubbing both hands
Believe in myself
Sigh courage
Retracing one by one
Fast, then slow
Regularly, then mess
I feel always the same thing
Future goals began to fade
The song that burning heart
Invites souls who are lost, to keep fighting
I follow with a good tone
Until i feel tired
Despair
Both hands scarred
Wound endless
Not anything compared the struggle of the hero
When being confused
I keep trying
But what I got
Just thousands of sharp pain
I do not know what to do, what to do
All felt no sense
I regret that my strength is weak
Why I was powerless?
Sweat flows like blood
Ah ... I feel like giving up
The flow of water in the throat did not help
Blank look came over
Everyone gave me motivation
Small spirit can make me rise
I try to strengthen my legs
And retrying
The year is futile taste
I am sorry, but this is not bad
From where I started to stand up
Determining what I want, and what my future
Walking home with a feeling of alert
The street was pitch black, the devil is hiding
But I ended up at my place
Given all I got tonight, and fell asleep.
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A Little Story Before Sleep
PoetryBefore sleep, i want to tell you about my day , and my night. No Frankenstein indeed, so you don't need to be scared.
