What could be worse?
Than the self-pity;
Yeah, your worst enemy,
dwelling inside your innermost soul.
Destructive, contagious,
Between the adults, is you;
All among the success, but you;
Clueless, bitter and agony,
They haunt you.
Work and love, what do you choose?
None. Yea, it’s not an option.
It can only hope, wait for faith to be consumed,
Waitin’, waitin’ and prolonged waitin’…
Oh what a feeling.
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