The rythm of this life is dead inside me
The time kill my will
This is an endless turmoil
How is it hard to hang on
Only those who know can understand
My life incomplete has no purpose
Without Pen and Paper
I am safe as a looner
I can resouce every cells of my body
By putting words on lines
To open up my mind to new dream
Even the time is bad
I try to hanf on
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