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I couldn't bear,
I suffer breathing,
It feels like i can't compete anymore,
Everything feels so fucked up,
Everything seems to be a lie,
The cold in the air,
freeze me to death;
I barely feel my foot,
Indeed it hurts,
I can't make it out,
I wet my pillow every night,
I couldn't move on,
I seems to locked up in nowhere,
Yet i still wake every morn,
to do it all again.
~ivy~
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Note To Self
PoetryThere are so much of things and stuffs that we could relate our self with but sometimes we didn't bother to note it and when the time comes we'll be drawn out of clue on what's happening around us. So, note to self is one of the best idea if you lea...
