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"the world has stripped me of all I have,

without a choice, with no other alternative

under the moonlight I am picking up my scattered self."

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the world torments me. your presence is so close, yet so far. without a choice, i must live even through the dark moments without you. under the night's sky, i fix up my broken self. I miss being with you.

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