I cannot see through the light,
I cannot walk through the spaces,
I cannot draw on the white,
I cannot define any places.
In the warmth I can feel cold,
Watching smiles I feel meaningless tears,
I am young but I struggle as the old,
My hate can be born through cheers.
Outcast, forgotten, forbidden,
I struggle to stay hidden.
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