I woke up once , trying to forget what I had yesterday
my mind tried to run , but there was no road
I was trying to scream but my life was in mode silent
why do I have to care ? life is so unfair
who am I to change destiny who am I to change minds ?
All that we are is the result of what we have thought
for a second I looked at the mirror to solve this ambiguous question
why am I alive ? breathing the air I do not worth
the mirror broke to little pieces
a wise voice uppon my head ordered me to gather them all up
I did , I looked good in that broken mirror
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night , sleep , death and the stars
Poetrythe more we live the more things we leave behind