it starts in the heart
it sits on your head
and,
make your brain dead
I have lost the game played
in the name of heart's
I became a star who is
separated from the moon
I have won the whole world
but,
I've lost myself to you
what have you done to me?
my arms got used to your breathes
should I still suffer this or
destroy myself and die
what have you done to me?
tell me for whose permission
should I wait?
tell me for whose sanction
should I ask?
what have you done to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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