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There are people who betray.
Not knowing your empty x-ray.
There are people who'll say,
You're a bad luck in their day.
Just bury yourself in the bay.
It's better for you to be silent,
And hug your knees that's bent.
You're patience is measured in length,
And your tears is carried with strength.
Draft your messages, there's no one to sent.
You'll never feel lucky.
You're no anyone's buddy.
You have that pale body,
While carrying a bag that's bulky.
Step-out, you're their bad luck.
—it's hard to prove ourselves to anyone especially when everything seems to back down with just one mistake. It's hard to show that you're okay, while everyone is busy hurting you. It's hard to show you don't care when everyone slaps a word in your face. You can't just deny that you're always be unlucky.
