I have no one to live for.
That's the only thing that resonate in my mind.
There is nothing left,
although I still remember to be kind.
My soul was left alone
during the times I was in need.
I'm not angry for them
but only for ones, that still make me blead.
I will change the reality.
Sometimes it's better to forget
but having a kind heart
is a risk of russian roulette.
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