Knees are giving up, and so is my shoulder,
Carrying the burden of a so - called looser.
no where a son was he to me, yet i nurtured more like a mother,
stucked like a parasite hunged to my cord,
surviving on my dreams, , , sucking the blood of ma thoughts.
off ma soul you go, cant walk any more further.
lonliness travels thousands of yards per second
Autumn, spring summer or wind,
all alike like a blind mans season....
Oh what a waste of one precious life,
the child who once dreamt of getting her feathers,
and flying up in the sky....
Chained to a looser, loosing her youth slowly
craving for happiness begging for a smile.
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