Like the birds that fly with one wing
Capable of passing clouds. but the pain was unbearable reply
Like a dark night in the company of only a month, without a star.
Without constellations that form beautiful clusters
Able to accompany the souls of lonely beauty even without perfect
Like the sun that lack of light
Not able to warm up a little tuk although able to illuminate
Like me who lost half lives
Still unable to stand even though sports are too fragile
Tucked in the wound wad smile
Losing extremely sore, sore, very sore
Inner tormented, tortured heart, the whole soul-tormented soul to
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