"I am a looser." The girl tells me
My eyes are tired
My cadaver is frozen.
Cold breath on my lips are freezing my frame
I shake off the shackles.
It is vain.
I am already drowining in an endless ocean.
Mirth is like flowers strewn all over the garden.
I see it everywhere.
I rush to catch it.
I did. But it is dead.
Smile ? Yes I smile.
Cry? Yes I cry
But what is smile? I do not know.
Life is a purgatory
Everything is black and white.
Rose coloured glasses are broken long ago.
How long is everything so dark?
How long will I be "the wrong"?
I must go to my grave
For the world is a stranger place.
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