Stray Dog.

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Like an abandoned stray dog, I wandered through the streets
Love scrapped off from me, not an ounce of affection left in my soul.
Like a ghost who has not seek justice yet, I wish myself to rest in peace,
Pain rushes through my veins, leaving me to give out the loudest howl.

Footsteps of a wolf through the snow, but you'll see the eyes of a puppy,
The path of the pavement leading to nowhere or the ruins of life
This poor wandering soul has forgotten to make myself happy,
I knew that emotions only pave the way for my countless fights.

Master, a man that I have yet to found is nowhere in sight.
I was always the one who served others before loving my own self.
No one but I can lead myself out from the dark to the light.
Until now, I searched for love and left self-respect on top of the shelf.

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