Tasks are being told.
I was obliged to take the role.
I am doing my best at my best.
But I always end up as a mess.
Can't make anything carefully,
And at the right time, given.
I always fail, and I don't have someone.
Someone, I can lean on.
Not my mother nor my father,
I always end up lying on the mattress.
As the sunbeam, its rays in the world,
A hot breeze whisper;
It's another day and gets ready.
I always worry about the negative possibility.
And it's paralyzing me freely.
A very loud roar can whisper every day,
Not as fast, like a breeze.
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Blood In Our Veins
PuisiA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
