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I am,
still crying,
down in the deep of me.
Crying,
again, crying.
It's like a self supplice.
Again, crying,
dare to live out of me,
where's the mine?
Crying,
seven more times,
until the wrath will be,
once for all,
killed for good.
Crying, again,
crying.
Self dimise,
for this unforgettable crime.
Self, lying.
What had happened to my old,
me, oh cry.
Cry, more cry,
will this end in the night?
I serve, no right,
in this wild war,
across a wall of fire,
all around me,
seeing no doors,
where at the end,
the only victime is.
what's mine.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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