You risk your neck and try to scare me with you inner misery. You try your best and still can't fact my inner mystery. You go through life with toil and strife to make my day way worse, but who's the one who wants to say, "Geez, I'm going to burst."
You can not find what's rightfully mine because I've found to hide it. You search and search, and search and search, but you're the one who's bit. Again I say, along my stay you want to hurt me for your misery, but I can tell all by myself you'll never find my mystery
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PoetrySometimes you feel happy. Sometimes you feel tired. Sometimes you just feel dead to the world. What gets you out of bed in the morning?
