One thing can kill: feelings.
Inside of you, you're dying.
You always praying.
In the darkness, you're crying.
In this despair, you're hoping.
At the end, you're falling.
But in front of people, you're lying.
In the bottom of your heart, you're wishing
To be happy but you're fading.
And you're always tending
This hand of you, you're begging.
This pain is growing
Bigger and bigger. You're getting
Hurt and hurt. But in the ending
You can't help but smiling.
Once, you're tasting
To the hapiness.
Forgetting the sadness.
Going out from the madness.
Leaving behind the illness.
You're not anymore in the loliness.
You're living in the forgiveness.
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