The day I was born,
The day I began,
All the days seem to be wrong.
Just like an illusion
It's all full of confusion.
Having no idea over what's happening,
Living in a world that seems to be never ending.
I'm quite afraid of dying before I live.
If that by chances happens,
I promise to accept death too as my gift.
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